twenty-something philadelphia-area online diarist
comes home in the midst of a total breakdown and eventually makes good, to an electrifying soundtrack of '60s power pop.
it's the feel-good movie of the summer.facebook
still sorry candice
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Grammy-winning singer-songwriter Bill Withers became a big star in the 1970s with hits like “Ain’t No Sunshine” and “Lean on Me.” But he hasn’t recorded a new album since 1985, nor has he toured. What happened? In *Still Bill,* the documentary film about his life, Withers says, “I watch other people show off and I say, man, I used to want to show off. If I could just get, you know, moved to. I need a little injection in my showin’ off gland.” I wish you could get an injection like that, too, Aquarius. I’d like to see you show off more. Not in a contrived, over-the-top, Lady Gaga-esque way. Rather, the purpose would be to get more aggressive in showing people who you are and what you can do. I want your talents and assets to be better known.
I’ve been getting some very good and necessary horoscopes lately.
my horoscope this week is about MILK
it's like it was written just for me!
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): When most Westerners hear the word “milk,” they surmise it has something to do with cows. But the fact is that humans drink milk collected from sheep, goats, camels, yaks, mares, llamas, and reindeer. And many grocery stores now stock milk made from soybeans, rice, almonds, coconut, hemp, and oats. I’m wondering if maybe it’s a good time for you to initiate a comparable diversification, Aquarius. You shouldn’t necessarily give up the primal sources of nourishment you have been depending on. Just consider the possibility that it might be fun and healthy for you to seek sustenance from some unconventional or unexpected sources.
is this horoscope a groundhog day reference i wonder?
the thought only just occurred to me
the 'you're never going anywhere' seems apt
You’ll come up short, over and over and over again. So don’t bother. The time to embrace reality has come—you’re never going anywhere or doing anything interesting with your life. In fact, you should just give up now and save everyone else the agony of hearing you complain.
I have a habit of reading my horoscope for hours when I am at my most depressed. If I were honest on OKCupid, it would say “Aquarius and it’s fun to think about,” but instead it just says “Aquarius” because I don’t want someone to get the wrong impression and think I put a lot of weight into it when I don’t.
But it’s fun to think about.
Of course, it was my mistake to look up the AstroSlam horoscope that’s offered through the horoscope app on my phone today, because I did not know AstroSlam offering is essentially a humorously mean piece of advice. When I read this—“you’re never going anywhere or doing anything interesting with your life”—after an hour of crying and feeling hopeless, it seemed like the moment in a television show where the heroine is at her lowest, doubted by all around her, and she reads something that seems to be mocking her just like everyone else is, and then she blinks and shakes her head and it is revealed what she saw was just her imagination doing its worst.
When I read this, trained by years of media absorption, I blinked furiously and shook my head, waiting for the writing to blear and fade away into something more optimistic. After a minute, the writing hadn’t changed, and I burst into tears all over again.