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I love reading my horoscope because it consistantly tells me what a stud I am. I'm pro anything that tells me I'm a stud, hooey or not.

A long-awaited letter or phone call could come your way from a love partner or beloved friend, bringing much happiness into your life. Don't be surprised, however, if the person needs a strong shoulder to cry on! You could experience some powerful psychic insights today, dear Virgo, and this might prove a bit frightening. Don't let your dismay get in the way of looking at these revelations objectively, however. They could prove to be important.

I find this funny. When do the majority of my friends -not- need a 'strong shoulder to cry on'? I'll keep everyone updated on those scary psychic insights, though.

Also this:

The day ahead should be excellent for you Mufflehoney. You tend to work with an assiduity unparalleled by the other signs of the zodiac, and today you are likely to obtain some rewards for your diligence. These days, it's rare to find someone as conscientious as you are, and you deserve recognition. Nevertheless, you still have many hills left to climb, as you well know!

Yes. Recognition, please?

You Are Fun!

I've decided to play greasemonkey and tinker with my car before I go about the hassle of having it towed. If I can start it, there's a place in SeaTac that will replace the starter pretty cheap. But I need to find a system diagram...I'm not going to reach my hand in there like I would have with the Topaz, thinking that things are in the same place. I'd call dad and ask him but I don't trust him to be accurate at 3000 miles. Worst case, I'll have to wait till Sunday and have it towed then, since that's my next day off after today. This is just like the good old days of 'well, there's a big hole in this here pipe, and it's spraying coolant everywhere. Wait, I know...duct tape!'

I'm so high-tech, it hurts.

My scanner's broken. Have I mentioned that yet? And my skirts from Neiman Marcus came today. Holy shit, I'm suave.

I think maybe I'm gonna try and make a tent on my balcony and have a picnic. I wonder where I put the string....

Jesus, I'm fucking vibrating today. I don't know when I became so spastic. I need an activity. Maybe I should start working out again, since there's no more of Enzo's class to fall asleep in. Hay-den, have you ever fallen asleep in one of Enzo's classes? It's pretty funny.

Hey, I just thought of something...the -best- part about you moving to Seattle is that I'll finally get my goddam art book back. Well, that and the pink cocktails.

I wish I could claim to be buzzing from caffeine or chocolate or, I don't know, crack, but I can't. I need to be sat on until I chill. Instead, I'm gonna go pace.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, here's something I forgot to mention. Alright. I may or may not have told all or some of you that Alvin makes board games which is, I know that Cindy and I at least decided, an unassailably cool occupation. Right, well, I actually -saw- the actual -games- the other night, and they actually -have- his actual -name- on them and, what's more, they look fucking -good-. My point, kids, is that we're all losers...none of us are doing anything with our names on them. We can't let him be cooler than we are, now can we? I demand creativity from the lot of you.

So there.