I haven’t seen this much astrology since the hippies all died. But it sat there, latent, awaiting Facebook. Now the moon looks big and people freak. Scorpio is doing something with Capricorn and Capricorn is on the cusp of Gemini. Which explains why we do what we do, did what we did. It’s so obvious the gorgeous lady says. But I don’t believe that shit I say (but nicely). It’s ludicrous. That’s because you’re an Aries the lady says. She smiles. I don’t believe in astrology because of astrology? Yup. And the big moon? Yes, that too. That too what? Like I said, an Aires, you’re all alike. What the hell does that mean? I thought about going into the science, and how stars and planets don’t move that way and how Copernicus has been out since they burned Galileo at the stake. But she gives me a look like don’t even bother. So I don’t. She smiles. I lose.
Huh? I thought you won.
On another subject, did you know hippie rhymes with dippie? Yeah it does. (Oh the moon must be in Sagitarrian retrograde or some shit.)