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Cyrano Jones ([personal profile] cyrano) wrote2006-04-12 09:34 pm

That's your horoscope for today

Today's star charted destiny:
A loved one drops a bombshell. It seems to be out of the blue, but it's actually been building for a while. It's a relief to finally address it.
And once again, you folks are trying to prove the stars wrong. No bombshell, no dramatic revelation.

In other news: Bengal Lentils pleasant but not as good as Punjab Eggplant.

[identity profile] lil-m-moses.livejournal.com 2006-04-13 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Daily horoscopes are lame. Freewill, however, rules. ;)

[identity profile] cyranocyrano.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I defy you, stars!"

[identity profile] hamgallon84.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
I miss talking to you more. You're one of the only people I know that seems reasonably well-adjusted and has good advice.

Everyone else is almost as crazy as I am.

[identity profile] cyranocyrano.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
So how could we arrange to talk more? Regular email? Some sort of planned IM thing?

[identity profile] cyranocyrano.livejournal.com 2006-04-16 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Oh oh. And I never heard if there was a weekend that was better or worse for you than others. What about the seventh? And is there a place in GLake where we can hang out or party or whatever you young kids do on a Sunday night?

[identity profile] hamgallon84.livejournal.com 2006-04-16 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Man, there's nothing to do around here!

[identity profile] hamgallon84.livejournal.com 2006-04-16 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, e-mail me with your screenname.

[identity profile] cyranocyrano.livejournal.com 2006-04-16 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ummm. AIM is cyran0cyr4no and YIM is cyranocoyote like the email address. (:

[identity profile] cyranocyrano.livejournal.com 2006-04-16 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
We'll think of something. Cruise up and down Main Street, or tip cows, or spray grafitti on Mister Clemens' brick wall, or make out, or throw apples at passing cars, or drink coffee and talk, or drink beer and crush the cans on our foreheads... we'll think of something.