I honestly don’t get some people. Then again, some people are not meant to be gotten, and some people are to just be ignored. Though, at least my theory that several people who claim intelligence lack the basic ability of reading comprehension. Of course, that would require reading the entire selection and not just what one wants to see on the page. N’est pas?

So, I’ve now seen 28 days. Was quite cool in a Heart of Darkness kind of way. Nothing much to give away, however, if you want to see a zombie flick, this is not it because it is not a zombie flick. Very interesting on the mental capacity, gave me food for thought, which I love. Nice cerebral movie.

Well, yesterday was good. Got to voice off to moonbird, and later was able to have a sobering convo with the Big Cat. I still feel a bit used, but I feel better about it. We’ll see where it goes and whether or not I deem things worthy of continuing, or whether there’s any worth in changing things.

In other news, I hate the company that I register one of my domains with, I might make the decision to move that if they’re going to keep being a bitch.

Hmmmmm…I believe it’s time for full-on ignore again. My fav game has gotten a bit boring, and the players aren’t allowing me to use my full abilities to play….

Horoscope for the week of June 26, 2003

“At a recent outdoor party, the host’s German shepherd shuffled over to me and dropped something at my feet. Crouching down, I found a tiny twig. It dawned on me that the dog wanted to play “fetch.” I plucked the twig off the ground and threw it as far as it would go, which was only about two feet; it wasn’t heavy enough to carry any further. The dog moseyed over, delicately snagged it in his teeth, and returned to me for another round. I was mystified. Why didn’t he bring me a decent-sized stick that I could hurl a great distance so we could enjoy the full pleasures of “fetch”? I pose an analogous question to you, Scorpio: Isn’t it time to expand the parameters of your favorite game?”

Compliments of Freewill Astrology

Ok, my day is officially for shit. Apparently this is the cosmic April Fool’s Day, in regards to me. Everything that could go wrong has (thank the gods I haven’t tried to drive my car), and it’s continuing to go wrong. Seems my ability to communicate has been for shit as well, seeing as though nothing I have said has been understood and nothing I haven’t said has been understood either. I feel an overabundance of negativity around me and I’m hating it to the point I actually cried today. Tried to cry about everything I’ve been feeling the need to lately, but like that happened. So all that still needs an outlet because I couldn’t fucking get that out. I scared the death out of the cats because I decided to attack the couch and use it as a punching bag, while they were on it. Almost threw my laptop out the window, several times. And I’m still hungry. Brunch was hell for me, because I was seriously hungry and for some dumbass reason they couldn’t fulfill my request, after the waitress finally decided to come around. So, me, being me, decided I wasn’t going to waste money there on food. On top of that, my end of the table was filled with leftover trash from the previous people, which never got cleaned up. Seriously, it was the worst service I’ve ever had at that place, and I definitely was not thrilled with it. I’ve managed to kill the lavendar plant I got for dedication, hopefully it’s not too dead and revives. Almost killed the plant I received last night because “it will live in the car, we’ll get it out in the morning.” Well, this morning the leaves were seriously wilted and the soil was completely dry. Good thing I remembered it, because it will not “survive in the car.” Gods, why do I even bother listening to anyone right now? All it’s doing is making things worse at the moment. All I hope for is that my webserver isn’t cleared out, with no back up. Damn, knowing my luck lately, the fact I just wrote that will result in it happening. Fuck.

Alright, so now that I’ve noticed all the surreal things that are happening to my friends, I’m definitely sure that something is afoot. See, this week for me has been quite a backwards week. And in the shower this morning, because all good, deep thinking happens during my showers, I came to the conclusion that this nice gash on my finger was a demanded blood sacrifice from me. I’m not sure what it’s for, but it is one, nonetheless. See, the way I had opened that knife would have caused it to fold shut before it even hit my finger. Yet, it stayed open. Friday was completely off, even ritual for Mean Samraigh, and I mean off. I ran out of gas going to ritual, but as luck – if it really was luck – would have it, I ran out right as I pulled into the turn lane in front of a gas station. So, I rolled my car across the street and some guys helped me get it up the incline to the gas pump (and one of the fuckers stole my “it’s a druid thing” sticker). Then we had ritual, where I noticed I wasn’t the only one off. I know I was grounded at one point, but then I wasn’t and then I was again. Gained some great insight from a grove sister, but the whole time, I still felt “out of it”. Others were a bit off too, but that’s not for me to discuss. Anyway, on the way home my car died on GA400. A guy stopped and helped me call my Scotsman, who then called the police and got a complete runaround. By luck, an officer saw the light in my car on (I decided to sit and read) so he stopped and took me to the local gas station to wait for my Scotsman. Then, my Scotsman took me back to my car, got it started and drove for another 10 mi. or so, and died again….for good. Then we got a tow truck, it is sitting out front with a new gas filter (we’re not ready to try it out yet). And now I’m sleeping till 12 every day. Oh yeah, there was the UPS bullshit earlier in the week, but that has been taken care of and already stated for your viewing pleasure. Project night was great, for being off, we got plenty done and next week gains a long talk afterwards about “just saying ‘no”, honesty, and growing balls (not the kind that reside between two legs – the ones that allow you to stand up for yourself and others). So, off to brunch now.

Interesting…

Scorpio for the week of June 19th:
“I’m at a loss to understand why Juneteenth isn’t one of America’s major holidays. Observed every June 19, it celebrates the emancipation of African-American slaves in the 1860s. Shouldn’t it be a time of rejoicing for every race? When one group of people is held in bondage, the lives of all others are distorted. The same is true about the community of sub-personalities that resides within you. When one aspect of your multifaceted psyche is weak and oppressed, the rest suffer, too — even the supposedly healthy sides of you. I bring this up, Scorpio, because the astrological omens say your own liberation day is nigh. It’s time to free every part of you that is in chains.”

Compliments of FreeWill