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Thursday, January 27, 2005
ambercyn's Daily Taurus Forecast
Quickie: Yesterday, the water was perilous and choppy. Today, it's as smooth as glass. Overview: Someone perfect could be along shortly. Ignore the age difference or anything else that seems to separate you. Focus on what you have in common. That goes double for current partners, whom you'll be especially close to now. The lines checked below indicate the results of the mammogram performed on you today and our recommendations: A finding in your left breast raises some concern and a biopsy is recommended. The woman explaining this to me today seemed so nervous. She told me that it is most likely nothing but because this is my first time (whatever that means) that I needed to consult with my doctor and get a biopsy. I'm fibrocystic anyway, so I have a predisposition to cysts. I worried when I was first told that when I was 19, but I've processed it and it is what it is. But I've never been told to get mammograms regularly; not until this particular cyst I found. I told my parents that I'm OK. They don't need to know that I will need a biopsy. I don't want pity or them to be nice to me because I have some medical problems. I wanted to be near someone today, but I didn't want to be at Blondie's house. Yeah, I could have blown schmoke all day and been dazed & confused in a house that smells. What fun. No. I called DB (I have to think of a nick for him...DaButt *grin*) and asked him if he was doin' anything and if I could come over for tea. He asked where I was. I told him. He said sure, but it kinda sounded like he didn't want me to and I felt all bad and when I got there I was thinkin' of just drivin' away, but I didn't. His ma was there; we talked about cats. We went out to do errands, make small talk and make a stop in Greektown for some tappas. I told him what was going on, briefly while waiting. WELL, let me just fast forward to DB holding out a fluorescent pink pen top that was battered and deep fried!!! It was in MY order of zucchini too. Oh I was so glad it wasn't me. I felt bad and thought it was major fucked-up! So, free food. I only wish we had ordered soup and salad BEFORE the appetizers. ...
DaButt says, "You can't start planning the funeral." Later, I spoke to Queen. She says, "Don't start writing the eulogy just yet." I am NOT feeling funereal! I am only saying that I'm not scared of death. "NONE OF US ARE GETTING OUT OF THIS ALIVE." Many moons ago, I discovered watching a science show with my Dad, that so-many-odd-millions of years from now, this solar systems sun will die and everything on this planet will cease. I was so scared! Upset, anxious, paranoid, angry...any emotion that a girl of 10 might be sensing because the planet she loved and all of her future relatives will eventually die. My Dad, oh he tried to comfort me and make me feel better without giving into my demand of him making what we saw on TV that night untrue. But he couldn't lie to me, only hug me and tell me it would be years away and I'd never know it anyway. So I went to a cold bed; head filled with the knowledge of super nova, destruction and death with only a strong hug and soothing sounds to protect me from my dreams. I cried myself to sleep. I don't remember my dreams. Then I grew up. I learned. I changed. I grew. I learned about reincarnation; I probably will be around, in some form, when the sun implodes...unless I reach Nirvana, but I don't think Nirvana works the way we think it does... And it's good to be alive when the scientists FINALLY have proof that we humans are about 99.9 percent identical; that there indeed was an "Adam & Eve" but not in the way that fans of "The Good Book" like to believe. *there was a reason for that particular tangent but honestly I want to think on it before I expound* I don't know everything. I think how I think because it gets me by, that's all. I try to find logical relevance or you could say rationalize so shit makes sense to me, but that don't make what I believe or think so. And I have a slight rant...just to put it out there to the folks that take IM-ing for granted: Motherfucker, the words I type aren't an e-mail FW: !! They are thought out as I type them just before I send them to you. If I chat with you, I expect it to be read, pondered and receive an equal exchange of thought...even if it is one word. Oh yeah, and WTF is up with my horoscope? Maybe some of it is true holla@me
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