Fuhgeddaboudit!
Mars Square Pluto
Dec 21, 2008 to Dec 23, 2008
You're all sneers, bad attitude and streetwise skills. You're in no mood to take any attitude from anyone, let alone some punks who think they know it all. In this mood, it might be best to avoid company.
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Perhaps if I had seen this little detailed Scorpio horoscope for myself (Virgo Moon, Libra rise, FYI) earlier, I would have avoided phone company as well.
Humanling's dad, Cavey, called. The whole thing was super annoying and I won't go into all the details. If anyone wants an idea of how it runs sometimes, check out Dead Beat Dads in the labels section on the page.
I try very hard to walk in some very good footsteps...and today couldn't be more of a hypocrite if I had sent out a Christmas card of myself flipping the bird in front of a Victorian tree. I looked at people in passing cars and thought, My brother, My sister, we are all here at the same time experiencing this earth at this time, all these changes, all the changes to come. And then I get home and resort to being hung up on when I finally unleashed the "Listen, Mother Beeper" dragon.
Ah well. Ok, its really more of a snake, that whole temper of mine. It's been fed a sperm whale now and should be quiet for awhile.
However, I'm pissed at myself for allowing such an indulgence. For allowing whatever Cavey had to say, to affect me in a way where I would drop the whole John Lennon vibe and go Steven Segal instead. Dirty dirty dirty.
To top it off, Cavey somehow always has a little information that he shouldn't be privvy to. He would let me know today that I have a talking wart developing on my heel in about three weeks. I went to the only person who might be part of an inside job - the Humanling herself.
She swears she didn't give any goods.
Well if that's the case then Cavey is an awfully prophetic alcoholic. Or...perhaps he IS an alcoholic because he knows something the rest of us don't.
So as Humanling, the proverbial protractor carrying Capricorn, said to me tonight, "It's over. The whole thing about me telling daddy is over." And with that, I saw her path of tracks as she had already forged ahead. Subject done. Get over it obsessive Scorpio, and make the damn gluten free cookies for Santa. And can I lick the spoon?
