I'm into astrology. SUE ME. I know I know. I can't help it. I usually feel like I know a person based solely off their sign like:
| GREGARIOUS SMILE=Gemini |
I can be super sensitive to which that energy attracts nothing but Cancers. Old sophisticated gloomy
| "Mother Cat"=CANCER. |
My other half is a rather tell it like it is-no matter what-walk to the beat of his own drum-Sagittarius. He's good for some memorable surprises, can hold his ground in an argument and I think he totes the romanticism of a Scorpio (heee~yyyooooo!!!)
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| FREEDOM TO MORPH=SAG |
Anyway, I was digging through some keepsake boxes and found a little cut out of an astrology read from a local newspaper here called : CreativeLoafing and it says the following
I wish I could get a newly discovered species of beetle or an underground lake of ice on Mars
named after you.
I wish I could buy you a temple in Bali and arrange for you to have your fortune told
by a blind prophetess of Rio de Janeiro.
And I wish I could dress you in 200-year old velvet robes and silk scarves
once worn by Turkish royalty.
You richly deserve honors and blessings like these, CAPRICORN.
It's that time in your astrological cycle when life is supposed to overflow with rewards
for the good work you've been doing for a long time.
I urge you to be vividly confident that you do indeed deserve
these rewards and radiate that faith in all
directions.
I'll counter this little prophetic to read and include all PCV'S, not just peace corps volunteers of the capricorn persuasion.


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