I am a Libra.
(Also known as "Scales")
My Horroscope starts like this:
" You have to be a real loser to be born a Libra. Libras are born with two left hands, both of which grow out of their ass. They are tone-deaf and generally have poor eyesight. The senses of self-esteem and humor are in embryotic states at best.
Libras never have any money, their love life is usually a non-starter and they have notoriously bad luck both at work and at home. Pictures of mediocrity, they are incapable of standing out, surprising, outperforming.
Genetically unable to make any decision, they begin to convulse and sweat profusely whenever faced with a choice more important than "paper or plastic?". This is why their whole life they let others decide for them.
While they love to present themselves as patrons of the arts, their knowledge in the area runs no further than they can throw a grand piano.
Libras often end up writing tear-jerking memoirs full of half-truths and embellishments.
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Part of that is a load of shit, first off. But let me also say that part of it is true.
This is why it's wrong...I'm not tone deaf. I'm quite the opposite. I'm a damn good piano player (I kick ass at "Minuet" by Bach, and including the fact that I only took piano for a year says a lot about me. I can't sing too well, but I know how to carry a tune. Second, I have superb eyesight. Fuck that, because I'm in love. Granted, I don't usually have much on me, but I do have money, and I strive to stand out. Dammit. And I do not plan on writing a "tear-jerking memoirs full of half-truths and embellishments." So fuck off.
Then again, this is why it's right...I can't make a decision for my life. Ask Zack. I'm always worried that he's not going to like the decision that I make (along with everyone else) so I'm constantly having other people make decisions for me. That's just be...being indecisive as always.
I had a good night tonight. Zack and I went to Target where he bought me a bathing suit (and, I think I look really good in it) and then we went to Silver Diner and got some grub.
We just laid there. Under the stars. Doing absolutely nothing for over an hour. It was incredible. It was his idea, too, which makes me like it even more. We took out two blankets and two pillows (which now I have learned to call "piddows"...I'm just weird.) We talked about a lot of things. It was just what I needed.
I have a yellow star painted on my face from work today. I feel pretty.
I'm going to get some sleep, I'm tired and over worked. But, I get to sleep in on Monday. Two days. 48 hours.
*sigh* 'Night.
