widening scopes
it's always good to get the irony out of the way: my friendster horoscope today said something along the lines of "stop looking for answers, just live your life, that's a good a motivation as any".
that being said, this blog will be about horoscopes, of course.
an aloof boy who i've had some contact with told me that the horoscopes in the Mirror were the truest ones, and ironically, mine last week was about Hansel and Gretal, with the morals being to leave a trail more like pebbles than bread crumbs, but ultimately not to keep coming back someplace where i'm not wanted. werd. like to someone who ironically blogs about hating but then erases my comment? uh HUH.
then the rash of "queen" cards that i kept getting as my tarot-scope, a relatively new discovery of a feature that i discovered on the Myspace that seems to be eerily true...
but finally, married men, be MEN and don't freaking holla or be surprised that i'm offended if you pass yourselves off as available (and maybe you are in your own mind) and then i find out that you have a freaking wife and kid. what the shit is that?! (sigh) eunuchs have it good* (this is like when Angela says that Anne Frank is lucky for being locked in an attic with a boy that she loves).
Mint Condition and smoked gouda maketh me smile.
