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I'm surviving ANOTHER goddamn weekend of houseguests. Smarten up, Nas. I'm learning to not participate in every event because I don't have to be the perfect boyfriend. Besides, they obviously didn't come to Chicago to see me.

Anyway, here's my weekly horoscope. It's rather eerie and amusing, especiall in light of a tarot reading I did this afternoon with Damon. This horoscope isn't just for any Cancers -- I think it's tailored a bit more based on rising signs and planets and whatnot.

( courtesy of www.astrocenter.com )

In other news.....

I watched Amelie on Saturday night and thoroughly enjoyed, despite my doubts (everyone I know has liked it, which makes me wary of movies, but then again, it's not like everyone I know AND Time magazine and VH1 and USA Today was telling me it was great -- not exactly a blip on the general pop culture radar, which is a shame since it's good).

Also, I've been outted about my secret nickname with Sophie: mija. It's another thing I picked up in NYC while on vacation, because of Cute Paralegal Coworker, and I was saying it in my near-sleep on Saturday morning while MelRo was in the room. I guess I don't have to whisper it anymore.

Other than that, I'm reading some comics then going to sleep. They're currently watching Best In Show. We just watched Guffman. I just wasn't up for proselytizing anymore. I also had a brief moment of fear that it's possible to actually watch the movies TOO many times, and I don't need to press my luck. Not the whammy.

And that pretty much brings us current