I keep waiting for another day where the whole of it isn’t spent fevery or achey or sleepy or restless or mopey or self-hatredy for not managing to do things right. You know? I mean, what the hell, where does this time go?
Running in circles will get you nowhere, Taurus. You can focus on all the stuff that sucks, or you can get it together. Slow down and gauge your goals in relation to your actions, then adjust where necessary for best results. (SFBG)
You don’t have to answer to anybody this week, Taurus. You don’t have to defend yourself, explain yourself, or compromise yourself. I mean, you can do those things if you want to be super extra nice, but there won’t be any hell to pay if you don’t. It’s one of those rare times when you have more power than usual to shape the world in accordance with your vision of what the world should be. I’ll go so far as to say that the world needs you to be very assertive in imposing your will on the flow of events. Just one caveat: Mix a generous dose of compassion in with your authoritative actions. (Free Will Astrology)
Share your ideas with confidence and you’ll inspire others to join your cause. Not every plan will work, but the important ones will – and that will be enough. (Aquarium Age)
Harper Perennial invites you to participate in its Letters With Character campaign, and to write a letter to a fictional character. The letters can be funny, sad, demanding, fanciful, declarative, or trivial. They can be about a novel, a short story, or a children’s book, works both literary or popular. There is only one requirement: They must be written by a real person and must also address an unreal one.
The best, most interesting, strangest, and most moving letters will be collected on LettersWithCharacter.blogspot.com. Visit the site to see a selection of those that have already been written: a romantic appeal to Captain Ahab, a moving consideration of middle age addressed to a Garcia Marquez heroine, a hilarious challenge to Agatha Christie’s famed detective Hercule Poirot.
i’m going to write so many love letters to patrick bateman.
The key to your well-being this week is timing, Bully LaBull. Don’t focus on three steps ahead or you’ll miss what’s going on right now! Secure your foundations, and then tend to what’s in front of your purdy face. (SFBG)
"I can’t live the button-down life," says cartoon character Homer Simpson. "I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles." Born May 10, Homer is unusual for a Taurus. Many of your tribe love the creamy middles but are quite content to live without the terrifying lows, even if that means being deprived of your fair share of dizzying highs. While that may sometimes seem like a boring limitation, I don’t expect it to be any time soon. The creamy middles that are looming for you are the lushest, plushest creamy middles I’ve seen in a long time. Terrifying lows and dizzying highs will be irrelevant. (Free Will Astrology)
It’s okay to wear your heart on your sleeve, and don’t worry… you won’t be eternally exposed. Instead of worrying how to defend yourself, get comfortable with simply being yourself. (Aquarium Age).
This song is sort of perfect for today. The mail never brings me things I think. The trash is piling up. I think this summer will be cold and my legs keep me from biking today. I think my dad forgot to call me on my actual birthday, but that’s fine. It’s not the worst thing to remember and remind that you have good friends.
Fried eggs with crispy bottoms. Weak coffee. Still sniffly, but less pain. Twelve hours of sleep after day drinking officiating weddings. Strangely anxious and hormonal, most likely. Incredible stabby muscle cramps. Fighting urges to call my mother. Wanting to sleep the first day of the twenty third time around the sun away.
This time last year I was with FB and Jess aiming for big burritos and bigger margaritas when classes had ended and it was still relatively cool in San Francisco. I think. There were tank tops involved. Too much walking and some bad Spanish. Gigantic chile rellenos.
And nowhere to drink, as it turned out. Mission hipsters everywhere for a mostly Gringo holiday. But so be it. At el Rio there was a mediocre band playing and a long bar. Margaritas made with toxic green mix of lime flavoring and corn syrup and Mr. Cuervo. Three dollars each, or maybe two for three dollars, as ludicrious as it sounds. It was sort of raining and I was sort of drunkenly talking to my mother on the phone and smoking on the patio. In the photos I am insanely bloated with booze. This is on the tail end of a bad spree.
More tequila then, and the sublet in Portrero Hill with Orangina and cards. Sobering up and the continued barreling forward. Memories, ay?
I wouldn’t trade one stupid decision for another five years of life.
Happy horoscope Wednesday. You know, not happy other things
April 20-May 20
Taking control of matters doesn’t mean being a pushy, bossy, busybody, Taurus! Now is the time to find a still place within yourself to assess your situation so you can calmly plot your next moves. (SFBG)
Among the ancient Anglo-Saxons, the month of May was called “Thrimilce.” The word referred to the fact that cows were so productive at this time of year that they could be milked three times a day. I thought of that as I studied your current astrological data, Taurus. During this year’s Thrimilce, you are almost impossibly fertile and abundant and creative. My advice is to give generously, but not to the point of exhaustion: the equivalent of three times a day, but not four. (Free Will Astrology, not funny)
TaurusApril 20-May 20 Put on your thinking cap, and contemplate how you could create greater personal financial stability. This is not just an exercise. If you can channel your energy into positive goals, you’re less likely to succumb to the collective intensity. (Aquarium Age)