Today I am thankful for entertaining deals with devilish Scorpios because they make me laugh.
I have an adorable Scorpio friend. We met five years ago.
We would play metaphysical mind games with each other. We'd astral travel and report back what we dreamt about via the telephone.
Sometimes we dreamt the same things.
Other times we did not.
We go into trances and talk about past lives that we may or may not have had together.
It's like having a shared hallucination.
We go into trances and talk about past lives that we may or may not have had together.
It's like having a shared hallucination.
This friend is a lot of fun.
He's got his eye on an adorable brunette. He wants to hang out with her and I'm trying to keep him from ending up in the friend zone. I told him my little story about not knowing that I was dating some guy until he got hurt. He needs to be straight with his lady love so the same thing does not happen to him.
We had our annual little birthday talk last night.
He wants me to promise him that if we are both not happily married in two years, he wants us to tie the knot.
He wants me to promise him that if we are both not happily married in two years, he wants us to tie the knot.
Uh....
I told him that I do not believe in marriage.
He doesn't believe me.
I put up with a bad marriage for twenty years. I hesitated to leave. I'm still stuck here. He knows it.
He doesn't buy my no marriage line.
I can't pull the wool over this guys eyes.
There are other reasons it won't happen. First we have the same last name. Too many people think we are married as it is now. Could you imagine how flippin' awkward that would be if we actually tried doing that?
I can find a thousand more excuses if I truly want to.
Maybe I shouldn't be in a hurry to divorce because this is probably what is waiting for me. Divorce would open me up to many more crazy conversations with men in the friend zone.
Sigh....
November 19 babies drive me insane. I know too many of them that were born on this day in the very same year. There must have been aphrodisiacs in the water on Valentine's day in '69.
I was supposed to be born in mid-November that year but my astrologer mother did not want a Scorpio; so she took a lot of drugs to cause me to be born several weeks earlier.
I was so tiny that I wore doll clothes the first few months of my life.
This may be a reason I feel an affinity to people born this time of year.
I was supposed to be born in mid-November that year but my astrologer mother did not want a Scorpio; so she took a lot of drugs to cause me to be born several weeks earlier.
I was so tiny that I wore doll clothes the first few months of my life.
This may be a reason I feel an affinity to people born this time of year.
Happy birthday you crazy guys.
I'm going to pray that each of you find wives.
I'm not getting married again...and not getting into another relationship with a Scorpio or a Scorpio Ascendant with a Libra sun on the cusp. Those are the only relationships I have ever had.......they are misery. I saw "are" because these guys never really leave.....ever.
Darn it, I have too much Pisces in my chart. My mother should have warned me but I didn't believe in that stuff....until now.
It's weird how life works.
I don't know if astrology is real. My working theory is that people are indoctrinated as to how to behave as young kids due to this pseudo-science. Far too many November babies are taught to act like narcissistic perverts tantruming in high chairs.
I need to find better playmates.
I'm not getting married again...and not getting into another relationship with a Scorpio or a Scorpio Ascendant with a Libra sun on the cusp. Those are the only relationships I have ever had.......they are misery. I saw "are" because these guys never really leave.....ever.
Darn it, I have too much Pisces in my chart. My mother should have warned me but I didn't believe in that stuff....until now.
It's weird how life works.
I don't know if astrology is real. My working theory is that people are indoctrinated as to how to behave as young kids due to this pseudo-science. Far too many November babies are taught to act like narcissistic perverts tantruming in high chairs.
I need to find better playmates.
Love ya,
S.