Only 33 Inches, But Still Hippy

Besides being moody (I was going to say lately, but who would I be trying to kid on that one?), I’ve been a bit of a flower child (this is where the lately comes in). And I’m not just talking about shaving my legs. Or using deodorant. Or bathing. Or eating organic, free-range and hormone-free foods.

Oh wait, scratch that last one.

I don’t think I’ve ever told you this - which is funny since I’ve probably told you everything else - but, I kind of sort of believe in some astrology stuff. I know. The thing is that I’m not into the monthly horoscopes or the daily ones; numerology is kind of boring to me; but give me a birth chart and I’m on it like Britney and lithium.

Behold. And note my comments, cuz I will try to make them funny. And we all know how well we can expect that to go.

Rising Sign is in 24 Degrees Cancer (Gives In-Depth Info)
Very sensitive by nature, you prefer to be in your own familiar surroundings. Cautious and conservative, you make changes in your life only very slowly, if at all. (so effectively divorcing, packing up and moving 40kms away within a month is slowly?) You do not open up easily to strangers. (yes, I only blog about everything very personal for my close friends to read, that’s it.) Friendships are made for life, however — once given, your trust is forever. (until you fuck it up, that is.) Your mother, your home as a child and your early family life in general are very important to you. (important, like, ‘makes childhood memories things of loathing’?) You are also very sentimental. When you feel self- confident, you are gentle, giving and protective of the needs of others. But when you feel insecure or threatened, you become overly sensitive to criticism, shy, withdrawn and moody. (so what you’re saying is, I always feel insecure or threatened? Touche.) You have a strong need for security — in the sense that you are being loved, nourished and protected. (Ya, I can see that. Shut up, already.)

Sun is in 19 Degrees Sagittarius (Gives General Info)
Very fun-loving, spirited and energetic, you have a huge reservoir of physical energy within you that needs to be released. (By crocheting? Watching Dora re-runs? Sitting at a computer with a cup of coffee?) As such, exercise or sports are very important to you. (um. no. strike one.) Quite gregarious, you enjoy being with other people, but you tend to avoid emotionally restrictive or intimate relationships. (True dat. ‘Cept for when it’s not.) Constantly curious about the broader issues of life, you may at times be quite careless and sloppy about details — you tend to leap to conclusions before all the facts are in. (Only in cases of supposed extreme assholism. Then I jump over the bridge of reason, into the frosty shores of beat-your-ass-down.) An avid reader, you are totally enthusiastic about any given subject should it interest you. (Ya got me there.) You are known for being idealistic, generous, sociable, cheerful and very positive! (Is this true people? Do I think unicorns exist and cigarette packs are half-full?)

Moon is in 00 Degrees Aquarius
(Reflects emotions and intuitive side of my nature)
Very freedom-oriented, you must always be able to do what you wish, no matter what. (Or?) You become stubborn and recalcitrant when others try to force you into a mold. (Well, I’m a little flexible, but molds are pretty small, narrow things. No one should force anyone into anything, right?) You are a true democrat — you are not a follower, but you enjoy being with those who are like-minded. (Oh, god no. I totally prefer it when people tell me what to think and do. As long as it’s not a douchebag doing so.) You appreciate emotional self-control — you practice it yourself and you look for it in others. (True enough. Though I do cry during commercials. Just not when, say, my relationship ends, again and I have a miscarriage, again.) You solve problems, including emotional ones, with your brains and intellect, not your feelings. (I also use the eternally genius ro-sham-bo.) Try to be tolerant of those who have powerful and obvious emotional responses — not everyone is as objective, cool, dispassionate and detached as you are. (But shouldn’t they be? Oh wait, nope, that’s that mold thing again. And you know what mold can do. Cause cancer and lung issues and kill you.)

Plus some other stuff that I deleted because it mostly isn’t true and totally made this the longest post in history. The result? This has totally made me lump birthchart stuff into the same category as 1800-psychics.

 

Self Absorbed, But At Least I Know It.

I was really vying for the ability to write a whole post not about myself, or the millions of angry phone calls I’m getting today. But I didn’t think I could do that. So I was going to throw up some love (see below) and talk about stuff. But then, even me? I cannot wish someone a happy birthday in one paragraph and spend 89 other ones talking about some dude I’m not wishing a happy anything to right now. So now that I said a little of my own bullshit, onto much more important (and not all about me) greatness!

I apologize for the bulimic blogging, here.

Today is someone special’s birthday.

She’s a mere 20-something - younger than me, as she’s wont to point out - and she’s already done so much more than my lazy ass. She’s coming up on her second degree. She’s working full-time. She’s considering grad studies not this fall but the next. She’s been married and she’s been (from my eyes) born again.

She’s sometimes the funniest bitch I know and I think she even made coffee come out of my nose, once. We’ve never met (but during Labour Day Weekend, that will be corrected), yet we talk pretty much daily.

We’re smart about it, leaving long-distance bills out of the framework of our relationship - I think that if we chose to speak in actual voices everytime, I wouldn’t be able to call her one of my best friends, now. It’d be too expensive to. And I’d be passed TFO because my kid would never sleep with all of the laughing and giggling and such that I write instead every night - LOL, LOL for serious, OMG LOL, SNORT, punches in neck. You get the picture.

She’s been there for me for a lot of stuff, she’s told me a couple few things that other people don’t get to know, and she’s made me feel special cuz just like I picked her as my new favourite person, oh, about 10 months ago? She’s seemed to picked me, too.

I love her more than brownies and starbust and smirnoff ice and cigarettes - put together. Go send her some love, too. [Or Jason Mraz, if you know how to go about such a thing. (And uh, send him to me, after kay?)] Even though she’s got better things to do today than check her comments :P