Monday, July 30, 2007

When you wish upon a star

In lieu of an actual post, I'm offering my spot-on horoscope which so captures the Mike-geist that it's eerie. Vaguely eerie, but nevertheless.

Your dilemma is growing bigger. One voice tells you to keep your feet on the ground and stay realistic. The other voice is telling you to trust your instincts, even if you don't understand where they are taking you. These two divergent courses of action are so far apart that you don't even know where to begin. Start from a practical perspective and work your way out to other options slowly. Monday, July 30, 2007
Have I told you that I'm selling my house with no concrete plans about what I'll do when that happens?

Do you ever have those days where all you really need is for someone to come up from behind and wrap his arms around you? He doesn't necessarily have to smell like the new Aveda Grooming Clay, but that wouldn't hurt. Oh, and he might dry hump me with his morning boner if he were so inclined, but that would also be optional.

4 comments:

Michael Guy said...

I smell okay; not AVEDA-like, but you'd like it.

:: ordering SAKRETE for concrete plans ::

Hang on, sweetie; just a moon phase afterall.

The Other Andrew said...

I'd offer a dry hump, but given our disparate heights you'd probably have to sit first.

Charlie said...

Plans are overrated. Here in Austin, we embrace spontaneity....and morning dry humping. Come see.

Ur-spo said...

i think the notion to sell a house with no immediate plans sounds adventuresome and exciting. I envy you.