Livi told me my fortune tonight.
She made one of those folded paper things you stick your fingers in and you make up fortunes that you put on the inside.
These are the fortunes Livi came up with:
You will smell a poo
you will eat nail polish
You will eat a pickle
you will eat your toe
you will get knats
you will end up like Kim Kardashian
You will marry Justin Beaver
Turns out I'm going to marry Justin Beaver. Phew.