Monday, September 23, 2002

"Guys are assholes."

Spoken like a true asshole. Takes one to know one, I say.

Haven't in a while, don't plan to often, but here's my horroscope for today (quite accurate, I might say):

Follow your nose in financial matters. You know what the smart money says, and you have enough reference points to figure out how it applies to your situation. Despite your unusually practical mood, you're still willing to let inspiration temper your instinct. A dream or a scrap of overheard melody could reveal a surprising side of the truth. You think you know the difference between a story and a lie, but under no circumstances should these be confused with facts. Anyone trying too hard to win your confidence probably has a few crucial details he or she doesn't want you to know.

And my fortune: Someone thinks you are very special and let's you know it.

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