I was ordered to update.

This week has been interesting to say the least. Most notably, I had the guy (and this is his requested moniker, not mine) who's "an actor with a massive prick well over 12 inches" come onto me. I'll give you a hint. Google: Rolling Stone, penis, and brooklyn in one search. What you look for next is up to you.

C.S. suggested last week that I do a tarot reading on the second London bombing, as I was only half joking when I suggested it was something Bush thought up. So I decided to pull a card, my question being "what connections do the second attacks have with the first?"

The answer surprised me a bit. I pulled the Eight of Wands, reversed, which my guide book defined quite aptly: "Turned around the image becomes one of continuance, of nothing coming to an end, especially when an end is desired. A situation or attitude simply goes on and on, with no conclusion in sight." Interesting take, I felt.

Today Jake and I went into the city so that I could return 8.00 overdue library books and also renew my non-profit's P.O. box. I knew the bill was coming up but I didn't realize it was already a month overdue; when I got to the post-office to pay it I had to extricate a shitload of packed-in junk mail (I didn't expect there to be ANYTHING) before finding a little pink-slip telling me it was overdue and if I hadn't paid by 7/1/2005 they would change the lock and I couldn't get my mail. Obviously. That worked amazingly.

I realized today with a sinking stomach that my birthday is in three and a half months. In three and a half months I'll be 21. Sick.

Now I'm off to finish my night of staying-up before work tomorrow/today and trying to finish the abysmal Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix before Jake allows me to read the sixth book. Harry's such a fucking prick.

Entry last modified: April 14, 2006 at 1:45 pm.

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