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Thursday, August 14, 2008

Pucker Up

Today, yet another weird horoscope....

Cancer
The people who are shaking their heads in disappointment probably don't understand the true meaning of what you're trying to say anyway. Decisions made today will not have a great impact on your future. It is not necessary to focus too hard on the outcome. Confusion works to your advantage, if you play your cards right.

Essentially: Kiss my grits, haters! Right? You know, just today as I was lying on the grass huffing and puffing after my 8 mile bike ride, I found myself wishing people would stop asking me what my plan was. Of course, I was also watching old ladies whip past me effortlessly, their old lady muscles gleaming in the sunlight, so I might have been feeling slightly resentful.

So when is my horoscope going to talk about the lovers? Ugh, do I have to go out and GET some first? That is too hard. I will just sit on my back porch with my cherry coke and wait for them to come to me.

I am thinking of making kites in time for autumn. I mean, to place on etsy. By the by, I will be adding several things to my shop over the next two weeks. Again, you can check out the two links on the left, or simply remember http://www.jessbecause.etsy.com/ .

Finally, I need to confess something. It is a little embarrassing. I really like butterflies. Not in the Mariah Carey, rhinestone stomach jewelery wearing, walmart silk screen t-shirt sense... no, in the "wow, what a beautiful feat of nature" way. A visit to my great Aunt Jean's in GA turned out to be butterfly central.





Ah, country livin'.

2 comments:

Lydia Milman Schmidt said...

Eight miles? Nice. I miss riding my bike, are you sure you don't want it?

Meredith said...

So.....what's your plan?

heehee....

I hate that one! Puhleeeze stop asking when i graduate! I know you are just searching for something to conversate with me about but come on! I have been having THE weirdest horoscopes too!

By the way....have you seen a couple of my rings? They've gone missing. There are only two irrational explanations. Driving me crazy. But I'll call you about that one. ehem.