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Aug. 29th, 2003 08:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverfae9Greetings Samantha --
Here is your horoscope for Friday, August 29:
You're a champion in the intellectual world. Physical challenges are
easily met and conquered. Genius and prowess take you far beyond your
starting point. It's only natural that you would be well equipped.
Ha! So. Fucking. There.
Saw Pirates of the Caribbean again last night. It was just as good the second time around...maybe better, since I didn't earn myself a creepy stalker this time.
Message on my voicemail this morning from -Rich- again. In a further manifestation of the way weird shit happens to me, apparently he's playing drums for Superdave. Right. My dad plays bass for Superdave. This means, for the studio audience, that my dad and one of my exes are doing something together, -bonding-, again. Like life wasn't strange enough when my dad and Nate were working at the theatre together. All I want out of life, please, is for my family and my love life to stay as far from each other as possible.
And guess who spent the night at a boy's house last night! No, not like that, you jerks...I was very, very well behaved, considering the circumstances. I missed the last bus going back to my house. But -my-, I've become quite the brazen hussy since I moved. Seattle has turned me into a harlot. (This is probably the part where I start blaming things on Paul.)
And hey, kids, guess who may have actually written fiction yesterday? Well, not entirely fiction, since the dialogue is mostly true...but it's a start!
Here is your horoscope for Friday, August 29:
You're a champion in the intellectual world. Physical challenges are
easily met and conquered. Genius and prowess take you far beyond your
starting point. It's only natural that you would be well equipped.
Ha! So. Fucking. There.
Saw Pirates of the Caribbean again last night. It was just as good the second time around...maybe better, since I didn't earn myself a creepy stalker this time.
Message on my voicemail this morning from -Rich- again. In a further manifestation of the way weird shit happens to me, apparently he's playing drums for Superdave. Right. My dad plays bass for Superdave. This means, for the studio audience, that my dad and one of my exes are doing something together, -bonding-, again. Like life wasn't strange enough when my dad and Nate were working at the theatre together. All I want out of life, please, is for my family and my love life to stay as far from each other as possible.
And guess who spent the night at a boy's house last night! No, not like that, you jerks...I was very, very well behaved, considering the circumstances. I missed the last bus going back to my house. But -my-, I've become quite the brazen hussy since I moved. Seattle has turned me into a harlot. (This is probably the part where I start blaming things on Paul.)
And hey, kids, guess who may have actually written fiction yesterday? Well, not entirely fiction, since the dialogue is mostly true...but it's a start!
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