K moved out. I have this whole week till KP is back. It's quiet. And cold. And I'm bored. And it's almost midnight and I have not yet made myself dinner.
I'm so bored I just looked up my yearly horoscope. It was a website in a commercial on tv in the middle of Medium, one of the few shows that is not on repeat right now due to the blasted writers strike. I have confirmed that horoscopes are stupid. Because this one told me I have a natural talent for attracting money all year round. Um, and what year will that start in? This one? January's a-wasting.
I just looked up my love horoscope for tomorrow, though, and I think they have something here. It says I have no problem creating chaos, and that right now my life couldn't be more disorganized. Okay, it's not that disorganized. But it feels that disorganized. Not really seeing how that ties in with love, but let's see what it says next.... Ah. It says to take baby steps: sort through the mail and then clean the bathrooms. Totally seeing how this ties into love. AH. Now it's clear. Because, wise horoscope tells me, once I'm free of emotional havoc, I'll be free to pursue romance. See, I knew there was a reason I needed to clean all the soap scum out of my shower. If only I am free of soap scum, I will find myself a man. AT LAST I have found the solution. It's all so clear to me now.
On another topic, apparently 9 New Year's Resolutions is a lot. I actually have ten. I forgot to put that I need to have a budget and stick to it. Plus I think I thought of an eleventh one but I can't remember what it was. I mentioned today when I was at lunch with some coworkers that I had nine New Year's Resolutions. Apparently they think nine is a lot considering they all laughed and looked at me like I'm crazy. What can I say, I like lists. And they are all good goals. And things that I've been working on anyways. And people who laugh at my nine (now ten) resolutions are just bringing me down. Haters.
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