My Horoscopes; Only The Good Ones

I am An Aries; if you didn't already Know...
- While talking politics at a cocktail party, you will accidentally admit you did not know that America was an actual country.
- Doing a runner from a restaurant can make you feel so alive. Better yet, run from the restaurant into a taxi. Then do a runner from the taxi.
-You’ll meet an attractive stranger and offer to walk her home, only to discover she lives 1500km away. The walk will kill you both.
-Don’t let the fact that your soul mate is a fictional character discourage you in your quest for love. Your friends may laugh at you behind your back, but hey, they always did.
-A pet can be wonderful company. This week, buy a pet, but choose wisely. Never buy an animal that is big enough to actually eat you.
-It's hard not to take it personally when the 24-hour convenience store closes only when you approach. Try losing the balaclava this week for a fresh, new outlook.
-Aries are often hindered by suspicion that people are gossiping about them. Cast these worries aside the stars confirm that they are. Congrats: no more paranoia!
-They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, but you'll find that a single bullet will actually keep the doctor away permanently. I'm just saying...
-Never apologise for anything, even if you are clearly in the wrong. People will respect you for it, even if they also hate you. Sorry.

Just Some Quotes

Talent is unlimited, Fame is universal. Fear is obsolete, failure is not an option.

Don’t take life seriously, nobody gets out alive anyway
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Saturday, October 4, 2008

Angry

Do you know what sucks waking up at the time your ment to start work and being 45mins late, i don't if it's just me but it kinda ruined my day... Ah well what can i do at least i made it to work...
Xoxo Alexandra Louise.

1 comment:

  1. At least once or twice a month, I end up waking up five minutes before I'm supposed to leave. Destroying any hope for a shower and a hot meal, I must then rush out the door to get dressed on the bike.

    And bike I do, until my blood is full of acid. Then I bike some more - just to get onto a train, sweaty, famished and surrounded people who normally just stare at me because I don't look like them. Now they stare because my chest is heaving like a scottish hurler.

    Though rarely am I late, at that point, I wish I was so I wouldn't have this ridiculous sense of urgency.

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