I’ve just accepted my first assignment for the City Pulse.
Granted, it’s a pet piece, but I’ll be getting PAID for WRITING. I’ll be IN the CITY PULSE.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I win!
Horoscope
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): You’re being called on to meet a higher standard. You’re being asked to boost your output or take on more responsibility or show you can handle greater expectations. While it’s understandable if that’s unnerving, I urge you to keep it all in perspective. Remember what journeyman basketball player Jon Koncak said when assigned the task of replacing his team’s departed all-star, Shaquille O’Neal. Reporters asked him if he felt a lot of pressure. “Not at all,” he replied. “Pressure to me is being in an airplane and the pilot dies and they ask me to fly the plane.” The challenge you face may be daunting, Taurus, but it’s nothing like that.
“Are you going to keep accusing me of things, or can we go now?” –
I’m fairly certain that I got about no restful sleep last night. I have a borderline headache (the kind that you can’t tell if it’s just pressure, or if it’s full-blown pain) and am exhausted.
This weekend is all about buckling down and getting things done.
Horoscope
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Happy Valentine Daze, Taurus! After careful meditation about what suggestions might enrich your love life, I’m advising you to celebrate an Honesty Festival with the person you love best or with the person you *want* to love best. Speak from the depths as you reveal the hidden fears and longings and joys that have been unspoken until now. And let these words of wisdom from Thoreau be the motto that guides you: “Between whom there is hearty truth there is love.”
So much learned.
And so ends my first day of silence, the first New Moon where I grant Tiamat the silence she wishes for, and she grants me forgiveness.
The Queen is dead, all hail the Queen.
Bacon is tasty.
I broke the clasp on my last pair of clean slacks this morning.
Luckily, I have a gift card for Big & Tall for when Benny gets back with the car. :)
Also, my printer just ran out of ink. Time to go to Staples.
That is all.
Tweaked.
We saw the first part of Supersize Me today during writing class.
It is fucking with my head.
My first words were “french fries”.
I feel programmed and violated.
Yoinked from , because we’d have the same wardrobe.
| What superhuman team you’d be a member of by seductionjunkie | |
|---|---|
| username | |
| favorite color scheme | |
| favorite clothing style | |
| your superpowers: | the ability to control light |
| and | the ability to create self-duplicates |
| and | x-ray vision |
| your codename | Hydro |
| your greatest weakness | stairs |
| your sidekick | vdamone |
| your own particular idiom | your witty repartee during battle |
| your favorite quote | “Good will never win while I exist! MWAHAHAHAHA!” |
| you would be a member of | Alpha-Numeric Flight |
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