Just before new years, I met this psychic woman. She claimed that I had once been a princess in a past life. This mainly tells me two things:
1) I obviously could have been more ambitious.
This woman said that I was a princess in a time when royalty saw common people as little more than animals (yes, you are all far, far below me). Wasn’t it kinda normal for the children of kings and queens to murder their family and take the throne back when they had such modern attitudes? I mean, what kinda lily livered, yellow, dumbass princess was I, anyway? How hard is it to put a dash of poison into a goblet? They did it all the time in those Shakespeare plays. Back then, the usage of poison was seemingly as common as the use of multivitamins are today. Although the results may differ somewhat.
Obviously I was one of those scrawny, pale things with black circles underneath the eyes who coughed a lot and died young (insert eyeroll here).
2) I will now start wearing large, complicated hats and refer to myself as "we".