Fun with Astrology

Leo (July 23-Aug. 22)

You're a fire-breathing dragon. When the sun and Mars engage in supernoval fucking this week, it would behoove you to consider ways to keep your head cool; the psychological equivalent of a helmet packed in ice would be ideal. Letting temperatures get so high that the mercury explodes from the thermometer will lead to messes you'd rather not have to clean up. Still, there’s no need to go glacier-hiking in Antarctica. Your astrologically agitated state is both curse and blessing. Don some asbestos gloves and take your inner Draco for a walk on a flame-retardant leash. Let him eat some yappy little dogs, corporate thieves or corrupt politicians--just keep him off big buildings and the people you love.

Sign Language by Caeriel

Supernoval fucking! Ahahaha!

I have an inner Draco? I knew I had an inner demon, but he's already eaten a chihuahua. Though having Malfoy might explain the odd Slytheric tendency.

Where are the cameras?

I swear, I'm living in a farce. Not only are three women who met over the internet moving into a much smaller house (provoking amusing bathroom incidents in the future, I'm sure) but our landlord is again in default.

Holy Lord.

This time it's the property tax payments, the which he thinks is too high, so that he wanted an appraiser to come by and adjust the value downwards. (The appraiser for whom I scooted home to meet at lunch at very last-minute notice, but who never showed up.)

In addition to the stereotyped idiot-landlord, I think our cast needs a very cute swishy gay boy over whom I can drool and snark about men with. Ohyes.