Thursday, Nov. 24, 2005 - 8:46 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Horoscopes Suck Ass
Good girl that I am, I went out for a big two-crepe (emmental and apple w/ maple syrup) breakfast at 7:30 am. The perks of crying all night (alternating with working) instead of sleeping. Normally I am getting the zzzzs at 7:30 am.
I have to limit my exposure to people, or rather not speak to them about what's up: I am a miserable hurt, hurting, snarky bitch right now. Not so nice. Defensive, short fuse, snippy. Yay.
Here is what my horoscope says for today:
To say that you'll be lucky today doesn't even scratch the surface. You won't just be in the right place at the right time, you'll also have the perfect cast of characters in attendance to help you pull off your goals.
Isn't that nice.
Another one, in the paper, said something like 'your partner is going through a hard time right now. Don't let it lose your equilibrium, be there instead to be supportive and present through this hard time".
Isn't that just the duck's pyjamas, when you are told "I really can't talk, I can't talk at all. I need to be alone. Please just let me be alone."
Yah. advice for me to be present and supportive is um, well, not so helpful to me.
OK, I think I'm going to nap for an hour before I walk the doggy. It is very snowy and windy outside, and quite cold. She's a very happy doggy... loves this weather. Makes her all peppy and playful. I just want to smoke the hookah wrapped in very warm cushy things, in front of a fireplace, and veg and chill for about a week or three. hah.
ok, bye for now.
ps, please send hugs. I need hugs, or other nice thoughts. please no advice. Right now I can't hear advice without being snarky. Not even humourous advice. Sorry mom-on-roof: you are a sweetie.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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