Happy effing birthday to me
Dec. 7th, 2007 12:24 pmDear Holly,
Here is your AstroSlam
for Friday, December 7:
If it seems like people aren't listening, it's because they aren't. You've lost your audience. No one cares what you have to say, so don't take it personally. Do the world a service by keeping your mouth shut!
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Oh, and then there's this lovely one from Astrology.com:
Greetings Holly --
Here is your horoscope for Friday, December 7:
You're not in the best of moods right now, but you should still be able
to get on with your daily business. Don't let anyone push you too
hard, though, or you may end up biting their head off!
Wow, that makes me feel soooo much better.
As you may have noticed, it hasn't been a good birthday. (But nothing tops the shitty one I had in eighth grade.) Mom suggested just making those holiday cupcakes. I told her that I was holding off on making those until Christmas. Then she said, "Well, you could probably get yourself a nice carrot cake." I told her, "Um, that sounds like something you want. It's not your birthday; it's mine. And I'd rather have something I want, like cheesecake." She says, "Well, we've just been kind of cheesecake'd out."
When was the last time we had cheesecake? Ages ago. Woman doesn't pay attention. *rolls eyes*
Then she had the nerve to be all, "I'll splurge and get your a scratch-off Lotto ticket. You always have such good luck with those." Yeah, not so much lately. If my luck had been any better, I would've been able to call in and get that car payment paid, I'd be in a way better job than what I'm in now, and my bank account would be stuffed full. But none of that is true. And I'm sorry, but getting a Lotto ticket on your birthday is, in my opinion, a big insult. It's like saying, "I spent a dollar on you, and you can scratch this off, but the chances of you actually winning anything are slim to none, and if you happen to win something big, split it with me! Have a shitty birthday!"
Here's hoping age 27 is a better year than 26 was, because I just got put through the wringer last year.
Thanks to everyone for the well-wishes.
Here is your AstroSlam
for Friday, December 7:
If it seems like people aren't listening, it's because they aren't. You've lost your audience. No one cares what you have to say, so don't take it personally. Do the world a service by keeping your mouth shut!
**********************
Oh, and then there's this lovely one from Astrology.com:
Greetings Holly --
Here is your horoscope for Friday, December 7:
You're not in the best of moods right now, but you should still be able
to get on with your daily business. Don't let anyone push you too
hard, though, or you may end up biting their head off!
Wow, that makes me feel soooo much better.
As you may have noticed, it hasn't been a good birthday. (But nothing tops the shitty one I had in eighth grade.) Mom suggested just making those holiday cupcakes. I told her that I was holding off on making those until Christmas. Then she said, "Well, you could probably get yourself a nice carrot cake." I told her, "Um, that sounds like something you want. It's not your birthday; it's mine. And I'd rather have something I want, like cheesecake." She says, "Well, we've just been kind of cheesecake'd out."
When was the last time we had cheesecake? Ages ago. Woman doesn't pay attention. *rolls eyes*
Then she had the nerve to be all, "I'll splurge and get your a scratch-off Lotto ticket. You always have such good luck with those." Yeah, not so much lately. If my luck had been any better, I would've been able to call in and get that car payment paid, I'd be in a way better job than what I'm in now, and my bank account would be stuffed full. But none of that is true. And I'm sorry, but getting a Lotto ticket on your birthday is, in my opinion, a big insult. It's like saying, "I spent a dollar on you, and you can scratch this off, but the chances of you actually winning anything are slim to none, and if you happen to win something big, split it with me! Have a shitty birthday!"
Here's hoping age 27 is a better year than 26 was, because I just got put through the wringer last year.
Thanks to everyone for the well-wishes.