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Jan. 12th, 2005 10:34 amYesterday's horoscope:
Overview: You're about to amaze even yourself at what tumbles out of your mouth. Just try to go easy on anyone who's less equipped in the verbal department -- which today is just about everyone. [Oh, WHATEVER. Way to get me beaten up and my lunch money stolen, horoscope.]
For the most part, you're pleased, happy and extremely proud of yourself when you say or do something that shocks and amazes the crowds -- in fact, the more, the merrier. So with the stars emphasizing startling modes of communications and playing up your urges to let fly with whatever crosses your mind no matter where you are or who you happen to be with, you ought to be happy. For some reason, though, you're worried. What's up with that?
Okay, so let's ignore the ass-kissing qualities here: Is it not weird that I got this horoscope yesterday of all days?
I love this icon. I don't know why, but the whole idea of "No it's not! I'm totally her dad! Daddy loves you, Christine!" cracks. me. up. Maybe that makes me immodest, but I think that's pretty much how I go about writing these things--I put down things that make me laugh. I can always tell when a parody is turning out bad, because it feels like I'm actually trying to tell you jokes in a very ham-handed, rib-nudging way. This is why I always say that I can't really take credit for the really good ones--I'm just transcribing what's already there, in a way.
Oh, and I've heard from my agent. It looks like I'm going to need to put together a movie sampler tonight, so the Lost recap may not come out until tomorrow. I know, woe. But the last time I put it off a day, it turned out really well, so, you know, everybody wins.
Overview: You're about to amaze even yourself at what tumbles out of your mouth. Just try to go easy on anyone who's less equipped in the verbal department -- which today is just about everyone. [Oh, WHATEVER. Way to get me beaten up and my lunch money stolen, horoscope.]
For the most part, you're pleased, happy and extremely proud of yourself when you say or do something that shocks and amazes the crowds -- in fact, the more, the merrier. So with the stars emphasizing startling modes of communications and playing up your urges to let fly with whatever crosses your mind no matter where you are or who you happen to be with, you ought to be happy. For some reason, though, you're worried. What's up with that?
Okay, so let's ignore the ass-kissing qualities here: Is it not weird that I got this horoscope yesterday of all days?
I love this icon. I don't know why, but the whole idea of "No it's not! I'm totally her dad! Daddy loves you, Christine!" cracks. me. up. Maybe that makes me immodest, but I think that's pretty much how I go about writing these things--I put down things that make me laugh. I can always tell when a parody is turning out bad, because it feels like I'm actually trying to tell you jokes in a very ham-handed, rib-nudging way. This is why I always say that I can't really take credit for the really good ones--I'm just transcribing what's already there, in a way.
Oh, and I've heard from my agent. It looks like I'm going to need to put together a movie sampler tonight, so the Lost recap may not come out until tomorrow. I know, woe. But the last time I put it off a day, it turned out really well, so, you know, everybody wins.
