Thursday, March 5, 2009

Someone is Trying to Tell Me Something

So I get into the office, and my friend Theresa asks me if I'd like to hear my horoscope. I said, "Lay it on me," so she read Cancer from nightlightnews.com:

CANCER (June 21-July 20): Ponder upon how you want to be seen, known and recognized in the world and in the context of helping to build the new culture and civilization - your work now, you know. You are to nurture the new era at its foundational stages. Begin your garden soon, have a worm bin, create bio-dynamic soil, save seeds. Then teach everyone your discoveries. Cancer’s nurturance needs to move from feeding the world to helping them feed themselves.

At first I heard this and I thought, "Wow, John, the universe is directing you here, and you're fucking up."

But then I thought about it, and I don't know, and I guess you can tell me in the comments, but it seems to me like I'm on the right track here. I want to be seen and recognized as not a great big, sweaty, greasy ass, fat ass bastard.

The only thing is, I'm gonna go ahead and assume that all that stuff about gardens and worm bins and seeds is metaphorical, because I despise yard work.

Seriously, I hate it.

By the way, the lobster accompanying the Cancer horoscope looks Delicious.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

thats the dumbest fukn horoscope i have ever read. The author needs to go suffocate themselves and have their children bury them in the worm bin.

Garrett Riley said...

What anon said, but with better spelling and use of capitalization.