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As I don't have much (else) to say, I'll post October 2009 Dragon predictions for all my foes to rejoice. Aunque Al diría que a mí es imposible no quererme, sí que tengo enemigos. Empezando por mí misma:
- What do you least like about yourself?
- My other self.
According to the Chinese calendar, this is the Dog month. Dragons and Dogs are stylistically challenged. Dogs are worriers. They are generally content to behave in a modest manner, are fair-dealing and fight for justice. They are against anyone or anything which considers itself superior. Get the picture? Dogs think Dragons are stuck-up, swell-headed blowhards. Dragons think Dogs are naïve, bleeding heart liberals whose use on Earth is, at best, dubious. October then may be the low point of the year for Dragons who struggle along in the knowledge that, no matter what they say or do, they will be pedaling in the void. Projects go nowhere. Love affairs start, then fizzle. Kids come home from school with abysmal grades. Pastries flop. Cakes drop and tires go flat in the middle of the fiercest electrical storm ever. But Dragons are tough. And Dragons know that when the tide turns, life will right itself and they will be back on top where they deem they belong. In all of this, if you are a Dragon, I'd advise you to spend a good deal of this month doing routine chores: Go over accounts. Clean out the garage. Store seasonal outdoor gear in the attic or basement. Perform the drudgery twice yearly clothing swap. Drag what will be worn in winter (or summer) to its opposite habitat and pull out the clothes for next season. Set aside everything you no longer use and donate it to charity. Any attempt to produce anything beyond these tedious tasks is doomed. Take extra caution this month around children. Domestic accidents are highlighted for the last week of October.
Note to self: Hate dogs from now on. And quit blog. It sucks.
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Tuesday, 29 September 2009
The higher the expectation, the bloodier the fall
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2 comments:
Puesto que soy gallo, me incluyo entre los allegados y prometo no ladrar y mucho menos morder.
Pero, nena, don't quit. Please.
Realmente disfruto leyéndote :(
aunque sólo sea de tarde en tarde...
cuando te sobre una tarde :)
Un abrazo de los que abarcan a todos los "yos".
Bueno, con la perspectiva del tiempo puedo asegurar que el horóscopo la clavó.
Al menos me ha servido para ordenar los armarios.
Y ha tenido sus G.M.D.L.H.
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