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Horoscope of Eerie Aptness: Like a pointillist painting by Seurat, your life is made up of many small details that add up to something lovely. But as with that painting, what you see when you focus closely is a bunch of unrelated pieces. Take a step back, and things will fall into place -- you'll see that the complete picture is distinctively beautiful. Try not to be too caught up in your life's details today, and congratulate yourself on the wonderful masterpiece that you're in the process of creating.
That was deep, yo.
Okay, so I know I said I hoped December would be better, but I didn't expect it to be immediately better... for a while. We'd gotten a metric shit-ton of packages this week, as a result of that Black Friday shopping online I mentioned, and my mother was opening what she thought was a case of pecans (what? We do a lot of Christmas baking) when it randomly turned out to be an early Christmas present for me. I missed out on the Dracula blends and the Glitter resurrection at BPAL, but then I remembered that I have all my Yule samples from last year, so I'm going to go pull those out in a little bit. I think we're getting our Christmas tree tomorrow, for God's sake--even though it's going to be a dry crisp by Christmas day, the tree is Christmas, as far as I'm concerned.
( Tannenbaum tangent )
So that was nice. But then Sister Girl threw a grand mal fit du shit over--I don't even know. Something relationshippy. It involved tears and throwing things and scaring the dog. Let's just say that I was very much in the mood for "Fairytale of New York" at that point ("'Happy Christmas' your arse, I pray God it's our last").
( Spectacular linkspam )
Oh, and one more reminder: if you're a fugitive Snarkfester, or you know someone who is, the new board is here. We're still looking for... oh... about 1300 missing members. So. You know. We're over there.
That was deep, yo.
Okay, so I know I said I hoped December would be better, but I didn't expect it to be immediately better... for a while. We'd gotten a metric shit-ton of packages this week, as a result of that Black Friday shopping online I mentioned, and my mother was opening what she thought was a case of pecans (what? We do a lot of Christmas baking) when it randomly turned out to be an early Christmas present for me. I missed out on the Dracula blends and the Glitter resurrection at BPAL, but then I remembered that I have all my Yule samples from last year, so I'm going to go pull those out in a little bit. I think we're getting our Christmas tree tomorrow, for God's sake--even though it's going to be a dry crisp by Christmas day, the tree is Christmas, as far as I'm concerned.
( Tannenbaum tangent )
So that was nice. But then Sister Girl threw a grand mal fit du shit over--I don't even know. Something relationshippy. It involved tears and throwing things and scaring the dog. Let's just say that I was very much in the mood for "Fairytale of New York" at that point ("'Happy Christmas' your arse, I pray God it's our last").
( Spectacular linkspam )
Oh, and one more reminder: if you're a fugitive Snarkfester, or you know someone who is, the new board is here. We're still looking for... oh... about 1300 missing members. So. You know. We're over there.
