the sabbatical was nice, got a lot of sewing done and a couple phonecalls

i once met someone born in the year of the dragon, an 88 dragon, who wanted someone born in the year of the monkey to be their wife i liked her so much, her name was hannah. i could see it, then. immediately. i loved talking to her. i didnt know, when we first started talking, i had to piece it together they were doing backflips off the walls of the monastery as in, over her shoulder, as she was regaling me with tales of her travels and upcoming travels, what she ~would do, their partner was doing actual backflips she was more interesting. she was that bubbly and bright. they broke up. she did travel more. they did, too. years later. same continent. years apart. teased them once, about her age, a four year age gap isnt nothing in your twenties. they said she was an old soul. mature for her age. without missing a beat. (meant that, in clarity, didnt say that sarcastically, to my face in seriousness said that over a matter of four years) she betrayed them. allegedly. broke trust. allegedly. i got in major trouble as pretty much a rando for being like: i dont think so actually. actually that first crime was yours on that bus. cos what do you mean you were dating and wanted them to be your wife and you grabbed me on the bus? said you would fuck me like i made some list. was that presumably after the divorce? gonna marry her but yea all shit falls to ash so in decades, me tho. like lemme just put that in your head. im gonna. just not right now. gotta marry my girlfriend first. the old soul who is mature for her age.

in other news, it's getting embarrassing thru the medium of nostr like by astro if there was ever situation when i simply could just write in my notebook with a colored pencil or spell a word out on a log with my fingertips, it is this one by synastry doesnt even have to be english doesnt have to be any language of earth

pluto and lilith were conjunct my sun and chiron was conjunct my moon the day my mom died

gen z began with the ingress re: pluto 17 January 1995 21 April - 9 Nov 1995 are like the waffle bridge babies, to me (ducks back into scorpio, millennial) 10 November1995 ingress for good gen alpha begins 26 January 2008

and, on the topic of humble claims to fame, and random happenstance, gotta take gifts when they are given gotta find reasons to smile, however small or large meant a lot this morning, at a glance, to feel like a gift arrived so perfectly tailored to me, like it was handmade by the entire universe and it said: sweetheart, at least you have no cause to be jealous. cos you know meaningless astro when you see it. as in, that shit was less coincidental than me and dave kennedy and that's nothing at all, and yet, at least, we had some conjunctions and share a moon degree

because i am a shriveled up old lady, a spinster, and an absolute nobody, and forever may i be 🙏 cos like in spiral dynamics, allegedly, one cannot downshift, there is only AsCEnSiOn, allegedly (the heavens wept the day wilber and beck first started talking) people just read this shit and accept it, instead of like, picking up a baseball bat on this challenge anyway, gotta take claims to fame where i can get em, even by happenstance when shit has fuckall to do with me so, with that in mind can say really can at least im older than every lethal weapon film 😌 at least i was already on this planet breathin

never claimed my film preferences arent questionable, for instance, this is my favorite lethal weapon. directed and produced by Richard Donner written by Shane Black (every lethal weapon to his credit) Jonathan Lemkin (only IV) Alfred Gough (only IV) released 10 july1998

singing to the bear