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raybearQ: How many Cancers does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Just one, but it takes a therapist three years to help them grive through the process.
Q: How many Leos does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Leos don't change light bulbs, although sometimes their agent will get a Virgo in to do the job for them while they're out.
Q: How many Aries does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Just one -- wanna make something of it?
Q: How many Libras does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Er, two. Or maybe one. No, on second thought, make that two. Is that okay with you?
All of these come from Beliefnet under their horoscope section. Sorry if I didn't include your sign -- I most just chose the 4 ones most connected to me. But the rest are pretty damn funny, assuming you have a little knowledge of astrology. Oh, I forgot to post my favorite one though:
How many Capricorns?
A: I don't have time for childish jokes.
I started surfing this site because I was trying to find my horoscope from yesterday, but I can't even find the horoscope from today -- at least the ones they send out in their daily newsletter. Anyway, the horoscope yesterday for Cancer said something about need an emotional release and communicating an issue that's been under my skin for awhile. Of course I read that and blithely thought "oh, I don't have anything bothering me..." So of course, when a minor minor drama happened last night, I completely ended up later flipping out. And it was definitely panic-attack level of flipping out -- by that I mean there was not a genuine blow-up issue, there was just my brain working overtime to cause an intense physical reaction.
I hate that. I hate that sometimes I can't cope with a little hurt feelings. I mean, I'm not asking to be a robot here. I'm not trying to force myself to never be hurt about anything -- I just don't always want to get incapacitated. But once I talked it out a bit, and with the help of a sleepy pill, I laid in bed last night feeling capable of seeing the big picture, the whole thing. And sure, my feelings were relevent and important, but they weren't the massive ball of fire or giant weight pressing on my chest.
I got a lot going on with me right now. I need some emotional re-evaluation and to start doing things with the new feelings. These new revelations about my faker/poser status. I'm realizing that I skipped some steps in the process -- I went from introverted/repressed/wary to extroverted know-it-all slut-master. At least on the outside. But now my inside is finally trying to catch up, and I'm being mad at myself for stumbling and tripping and getting caught on the corners of dressers that seem old and archaic, still stuck in the childhood bedroom even though I've grown up into sleek stupid swedish Target furniture.
Someone very nice to me suggested that I'm often to hard on myself. I didn't really know what to say to that, which probably means it's true. Though I'm not always exactly sure of what to do with these expectations, except perhaps to take a step back and maybe follow some of the exact advice I would give someone else.
I don't want to get angry at someone else in exchange for being angry at myself. I don't even want to be angry at myself. I just need to pull everything out of my pockets and arrange them in such a way that I can see everything out on the table and have a better perspective, rather than just focusing on some sharp unknown object that keeps poking my hand as I repeatedly fumble with my pants.
So now I'm going back to the beginning in some ways, tracing back the path to deconstruct things I don't understand and hopefully pick up some new things along the way. This has to do with my relationship with myself and relationships with other people and relationship with a partner.
And along the way, maybe I can make out with some folks and get passed my bizarre silly categories of "Friend -- No sex because it's too scary", as well as my own fears that maybe, just maybe, it's okay for people to be attracted to me and that it does occur.
A: Just one, but it takes a therapist three years to help them grive through the process.
Q: How many Leos does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Leos don't change light bulbs, although sometimes their agent will get a Virgo in to do the job for them while they're out.
Q: How many Aries does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Just one -- wanna make something of it?
Q: How many Libras does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Er, two. Or maybe one. No, on second thought, make that two. Is that okay with you?
All of these come from Beliefnet under their horoscope section. Sorry if I didn't include your sign -- I most just chose the 4 ones most connected to me. But the rest are pretty damn funny, assuming you have a little knowledge of astrology. Oh, I forgot to post my favorite one though:
How many Capricorns?
A: I don't have time for childish jokes.
I started surfing this site because I was trying to find my horoscope from yesterday, but I can't even find the horoscope from today -- at least the ones they send out in their daily newsletter. Anyway, the horoscope yesterday for Cancer said something about need an emotional release and communicating an issue that's been under my skin for awhile. Of course I read that and blithely thought "oh, I don't have anything bothering me..." So of course, when a minor minor drama happened last night, I completely ended up later flipping out. And it was definitely panic-attack level of flipping out -- by that I mean there was not a genuine blow-up issue, there was just my brain working overtime to cause an intense physical reaction.
I hate that. I hate that sometimes I can't cope with a little hurt feelings. I mean, I'm not asking to be a robot here. I'm not trying to force myself to never be hurt about anything -- I just don't always want to get incapacitated. But once I talked it out a bit, and with the help of a sleepy pill, I laid in bed last night feeling capable of seeing the big picture, the whole thing. And sure, my feelings were relevent and important, but they weren't the massive ball of fire or giant weight pressing on my chest.
I got a lot going on with me right now. I need some emotional re-evaluation and to start doing things with the new feelings. These new revelations about my faker/poser status. I'm realizing that I skipped some steps in the process -- I went from introverted/repressed/wary to extroverted know-it-all slut-master. At least on the outside. But now my inside is finally trying to catch up, and I'm being mad at myself for stumbling and tripping and getting caught on the corners of dressers that seem old and archaic, still stuck in the childhood bedroom even though I've grown up into sleek stupid swedish Target furniture.
Someone very nice to me suggested that I'm often to hard on myself. I didn't really know what to say to that, which probably means it's true. Though I'm not always exactly sure of what to do with these expectations, except perhaps to take a step back and maybe follow some of the exact advice I would give someone else.
I don't want to get angry at someone else in exchange for being angry at myself. I don't even want to be angry at myself. I just need to pull everything out of my pockets and arrange them in such a way that I can see everything out on the table and have a better perspective, rather than just focusing on some sharp unknown object that keeps poking my hand as I repeatedly fumble with my pants.
So now I'm going back to the beginning in some ways, tracing back the path to deconstruct things I don't understand and hopefully pick up some new things along the way. This has to do with my relationship with myself and relationships with other people and relationship with a partner.
And along the way, maybe I can make out with some folks and get passed my bizarre silly categories of "Friend -- No sex because it's too scary", as well as my own fears that maybe, just maybe, it's okay for people to be attracted to me and that it does occur.
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Date: 2002-05-09 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-09 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-09 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-09 11:36 am (UTC)(A: Well, you have to remember that everything is energy, so...)
i mean, in some ways i totally see it. but in others, it just doesn't fit. (me= aquarius, sag rising, aqurius moon and sun) or maybe it does and i'm just blind. half of my birth chart means nothing to me, perhaps i'm just blind. whatever.
don't beat yourself up for parts of you being on different wavelengths. sometimes, it just takes a bit, and some practice.
so, yah, if you're ever in minneapolis, and wanna practice... =wink=
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Date: 2002-05-09 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-09 08:31 pm (UTC)sorry I rode with those people last night and didn't connect back with you. I tried to let you know that I was headin' out and that I'd meet you back by Spin but they were kind of impatient and there were tons of people in Frank's. Sorry if it seemed like I was ditching you or being an ass. It wasn't my intent. Please forgive me and let me buy you a truce phillysteak..
Riley
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Date: 2002-05-10 07:28 am (UTC)i'm glad you went to Spin with the rowdy crew and hope you had a fun time!!
but we should still get cheesesteaks some time. ;)
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Date: 2002-05-10 08:07 am (UTC)cool. I'm so glad it didn't seem jerky. I did have a really good time. Your Particular Friend and Legal Friend of Limenal are really cool people who have really great friends. Are you and Sassy Legal Smartypants busy this evening? If not, would you like to collect on the phillysteakage?
Let me know :)
Riley