You lost your girlfriend and were thinking, “At least I have my job.” Then you lost your job and were thinking, “At least I have my confidence.” Whatever happens, don’t say, “At least I have my penis.”
Nobody wants to be the one to tell a guy that his attempted sexy-man scruff is a ringer for a Hobbit’s feet or plant life struggling up after a nuclear winter.
We must be patient Thursday, Sept. 4 – we may experience limitation and restraints, feeling we haven’t done or said enough. Carefully think through ideas before explaining.
It’s the week of Burning Man, the temporary intentional alternative community on the playas of Nevada.
Desperation is always so sexy — like Abraham Lincoln in a lime-green mankini.
Friday night begins our time under Virgo, sign of the Madonna gestating a new state of awareness for humanity. Virgo is also Ceres, mother of Persephone descending underground when autumn begins. The mother weeps at the loss of her daughter (spring & summer). Reflecting her grief, the trees and plants drop their leaves. Sun entering…
In touch football, you’re only supposed to put a hand or two on another player — as opposed to, oh, tearing out his soul with your bare hands, grinding it into a fine powder, and sprinkling it on your cornflakes.
Our last week of Leo before Sun enters Virgo (next Friday/Saturday). The planets this week make complex patterns and relationships (vibrational cadences and rhythms) with the outer planets, mainly Neptune – the planet that veils, obscures, protects and finally refines us. Neptune offers us entrance into a deeply spiritual sense of comfort and solace.
No wife, no job, probably no car, and no house — it’s like there’s a country song sleeping on your couch.
When you say to your girlfriend “So, what are your thoughts on the Middle East?” you’d rather she didn’t respond, “Like, you mean, Philadelphia?”