*evil chuckle*
My horror-scope has turned fun again. Last week I was told I'd be receiving gems this month, but that I wouldnt fathom their full value for possibly months to come. This week I am told to PARTY!!! Party hard, party insane, party like tomorrow will never come!!
Or more specifically:
The cosmos is finally ready to discharge you from your heavy, dark assignments. Your main duty in the coming weeks is to seek relief and release in the most constructive ways possible. Celebrate, Libra, don't thrash. Rejoice and look to the future, don't thunder against the ordeal you've completed. I nominate the exuberant Libran poet Michael McClure to be your role model during this time. The poet Aaron Shurin has described McClure as a reveler who "puts the attitude in beatitude," and as an alchemist who's "fluent in two languages, English and Beast." That's exactly what you should be like as you lift your own spirits. Now please read aloud this paraphrase of a McClure poem: "GRAHHRR! RAHHR! RAHRIRAHHR! HRAHR! I'm not sugar, I'm love looking for sugar!"
Okay...if you insist.... I mean, I know its an effort, but I'll give it my best go....
*snicker* Yeah right. The weather is still warm, and we have the backyard from hell. I'm moving in with a trance/belly/firedancer who once stripped for a living, and the talk of the housewarming party alone is enough to curl your damn hair!! We're talking about free beer and maybe even a lesson or two in something to anyone who helps us pick up the sticks and stuff in the yard, and thats just my roomies and the new house. After that I have a list of names and parties and places to go and things to see that makes even my head buzz. Currently...eh, sleep is for wusses. I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Hey, anyone want to join me for "Debbie Does Dallas, the Musical?"
Even the universeis telling me to have a blast, dammit!
Okay, well, maybe not the universe, just a dime-store fortune cookie horrorscope. But still....
PARTY!!!!
*snicker* I am such a gitz.
My horror-scope has turned fun again. Last week I was told I'd be receiving gems this month, but that I wouldnt fathom their full value for possibly months to come. This week I am told to PARTY!!! Party hard, party insane, party like tomorrow will never come!!
Or more specifically:
The cosmos is finally ready to discharge you from your heavy, dark assignments. Your main duty in the coming weeks is to seek relief and release in the most constructive ways possible. Celebrate, Libra, don't thrash. Rejoice and look to the future, don't thunder against the ordeal you've completed. I nominate the exuberant Libran poet Michael McClure to be your role model during this time. The poet Aaron Shurin has described McClure as a reveler who "puts the attitude in beatitude," and as an alchemist who's "fluent in two languages, English and Beast." That's exactly what you should be like as you lift your own spirits. Now please read aloud this paraphrase of a McClure poem: "GRAHHRR! RAHHR! RAHRIRAHHR! HRAHR! I'm not sugar, I'm love looking for sugar!"
Okay...if you insist.... I mean, I know its an effort, but I'll give it my best go....
*snicker* Yeah right. The weather is still warm, and we have the backyard from hell. I'm moving in with a trance/belly/firedancer who once stripped for a living, and the talk of the housewarming party alone is enough to curl your damn hair!! We're talking about free beer and maybe even a lesson or two in something to anyone who helps us pick up the sticks and stuff in the yard, and thats just my roomies and the new house. After that I have a list of names and parties and places to go and things to see that makes even my head buzz. Currently...eh, sleep is for wusses. I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Hey, anyone want to join me for "Debbie Does Dallas, the Musical?"
Even the universeis telling me to have a blast, dammit!
Okay, well, maybe not the universe, just a dime-store fortune cookie horrorscope. But still....
PARTY!!!!
*snicker* I am such a gitz.