Terra's Daily Libra Forecast

Quickie: Your strength is your willingness to say out loud what everybody else is thinking.
Overview: You're not quite ready to accept or deliver an apology -- which isn't at all like you -- so why fake it? If it's not absolutely genuine, you won't respect yourself in the morning. And isn't that what's most important?


I have my daily forecast on my yahoo page, right under my mail preview and above my daily cartoon. Why is there no news section showing on my page? Oh yeah, cuz I don’t care about current affairs, just Dilbert thank you very much.

So why do I bring my horrorscope up? Well because oddly enough it is eerily accurate nine times out of ten. For instance:

For some reason I have my quickie horrorscope texted to my cell phone on the weekends… it usually arrives around nine am. One Friday night I was on a very rare “I hate all men because they are evil bastards out to get me” night… I may have recently been dumped, hit on by a suicidal college student, and a 43-year-old man with a girlfriend who none the less thought, “we had a connection”. Long story short I headed over to the bar where Tracie served me four Red Deaths (don’t ask me what the hell they are either), L bought me a beer and Random Drunk Guy bought me two kamikazes. Yikes I was drunk! Fortunately I tend to metabolize liquor pretty well which meant that I was coherent but none too coordinated. Anyway that night I run into W. W’s been chasing me but he’s also 20 and about as smart as a bag of rocks. In my liquored up state I decided to seduce him, and buy me breakfast, and pay in general for all mankind. Oh boy. Luckily as the night progresses I start sobering up before I can do anything that I might regret later. That’s the good news. The bad news is we were already at my apartment. How do you tell a guy, “hey I was drunk earlier… yeah. And now I’m not… get out”? It was 6 in the morning, I am suddenly unforgivably sober and as I start to tune into what he’s saying I suddenly realized he’s talking about introducing me to his family. WTF?

HELL NO!!!

Frantically I began to try to recall my side of the conversation. Oh no, it all started coming back to me in this horrible mad rush. I talked about my live-in ex and how he was married with a baby a year after moving out of our apartment. I told him how I had been in love with my first boyfriend and I have never felt that way again. I told him about the guy who had recently dumped me, how I had gotten along with him better than anyone in a long time, and still it didn’t work. I told him I was afraid that I would never work out with anyone. I talked about my job and how it wasn’t what I wanted to be doing with my life. I said too much about how hard people sometimes try until all you have left is an overwhelming feeling of being tired with an aftertaste of bitterness. Good lord I was drunk, it’s a miracle I didn’t get up on a podium and start screaming, “Why ME?!!!”. Welcome to my pity party folks, feel free to exit at any time. When I was done he talked about his cousin that was recently killed, what he wanted to do with his life, his cheating ex-girlfriend yada yada yada. Crap.

It took me thirty minutes to navigate him down the stairs and another twenty to get him out of my living room. He kept talking about the plans we had apparently made, dinner movies etc. I kept telling him, “Hey I’m tired and still kind of drunk. Umm, I’m probably going to sleep all day but I’ll talk to you later”. After he leaves I’m sitting on my couch trying to remember if I am now engaged when suddenly my phone beeps with a text:

Don’t worry Libra. You haven’t made any promises that you can’t break.

I start laughing, call up Tracie (she wasn’t my roomie back then) and tell her, “Alcohol bad!”.

So today I read my horrorscope, but I don’t laugh. I’m fighting with Bonnie, a good friend of mine for seven years now. I’m not apologizing and I’m not accepting her apology. It has me wondering if we will ever be friends again, and I am thinking… no.