Scorpio – Saturday, January 23, 2010.
A complicated and exasperating scenario has brought you face to face with something within yourself that needs to be changed. The solution to the lack of vitality in your heart is to let go of an old sad experience that has lingered on way past its best-by-date. The original trauma came as a result of planetary machinations that are now waning. You have some remarkable skills and one of them is your charisma. Believe in yourself and use it!
Something tells me that astrologer Phil Booth might be stalking me. He’s just far too accurate! (Phil, buddy, I am working on stuff, and coming-along in positive, bigger than baby steps!)
But enough of that New Age, creepy-deepy shit! Here it is: nearly 4:30 on a Saturday afternoon, and I’m laying on my couch, still in my Jedi robe (read: hooded, fleece, lavender bathrobe, emblazoned with white kitty cats), commando (“Nice visual, Kater!”), still yet to shower, or do anything with my day. The day which is now more than half over, and the sun shall begin to set-upon within the next hour & a half. I’ve not even peered through my blinds, let alone even opened them! I am completely skint, with about $1.60 in my wallet, and approximately $4 in my bank account until Monday.
As you can clearly see, I lead a truly glamorous, adventurous life. Glamour, glamour, glamour! `Guess I won’t be making it onto Barcelona’s “V.I.P.” list tonight, huh? I wonder if they’d make an exception if I’d flash them my commando cootch? Hey, Lady GaGa walks around in Bedazzled underpants & little else. If she can get into Barcelona, wearing her undies, Darth Kater ought to be permitted-in, wearing her kitty-emblazoned Jedi bathrobe, flashing her — ahem! — “kitty”, no?
Somehow, I don’t think that would work, even if I were to go to the effort of Bedazzling my box with some shiny rhinestones!
**snapping fingers**
“Darn!” You know I’m heartbroken & shall require therapy for realizing that — once again, I’m simply not cool enough for “V.I.P.” status, don’t you?
Force, I’d probably require therapy for having to be amongst that crowd of phonies, elbow-rubbers, and pretentious name-droppers! That being said: I ought count my blessings for being an unworthy, uncool, piss-poor “nobody”!
Facebook. I ventured there for about ten minutes last night, to copy some of the notes that I had published there last year. As my account was deactivated, five of those ten minutes were spent waiting for the Note application to reappear on my profile. Purposely staying out of the often annoying — or, in my experience — upsetting and hurtful loop, I purposely didn’t look at others’ updates or threads. If people want to update me on their lives, they may do so directly via email, IM, or that new fandangled invention called the “telephone”!
I copied some photos from my albums, clipped some notes, and once again deactivated my Jerkbook account. (Really, there are some big jerks that exist on Facebook! Which is why I now stay away from the place!)
Notes. If you’re interested, you may read the Facebook notes amongst my blog “About Me” pages. They are located in the upper right-hand corner of my blog, amongst some other very relevant, personally-descriptive content. I think that some of you ought to read what I’ve shared amongst those pages.
**attempting Jedi mind trick**
**waving hand**
“You will read the notes!”
Jedi bathrobe or not: uncertain if such tricks are effective, when not wearing underpants! Perhaps underpants might make my bare behind mind tricks more powerful?
As you were …
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