I haven't paid much attention to this apartment for years and it's starting to show. (I did paint the living room magenta when Uranus conjuncted Mars, but that was three years ago.) I have a once-white particle board computer station that I bought at Conran's, which dates it right there, and that was looking particularly dingy. It now looks spanking fresh, even if you can see a few brush marks, and I rack up further evidence that my twelfth house Venus in Aries is much happier slapping semi-gloss white paint around than involving herself in messy relationships with earthlings.
Further evidence of the non-sexual nature of that Venus appeared two days later as she trined Uranus and brought me my first copy of The New Yorker since November 26 (I'm aware of the date as I had to find it to email their subscription service and complain); the generic Celexa I ordered from a Canadian pharmacy three weeks ago, rather than have my 78-year-old neighbor in Silver go to Walmart for me and mail it here; a serious inquiry about the 1957 Chevy truck I've listed on Craigslist for said neighbor, and, as far as I know, the first comment left on this blog by someone I haven't told to read it (and none of them do anyway) saying that he or she enjoys it and thanking me for writing it, bringing the grand total of readers even closer to a two-digit number. Many thanks to whoever that was from me and my twelfth house on the upper east side.
Further evidence of the non-sexual nature of that Venus appeared two days later as she trined Uranus and brought me my first copy of The New Yorker since November 26 (I'm aware of the date as I had to find it to email their subscription service and complain); the generic Celexa I ordered from a Canadian pharmacy three weeks ago, rather than have my 78-year-old neighbor in Silver go to Walmart for me and mail it here; a serious inquiry about the 1957 Chevy truck I've listed on Craigslist for said neighbor, and, as far as I know, the first comment left on this blog by someone I haven't told to read it (and none of them do anyway) saying that he or she enjoys it and thanking me for writing it, bringing the grand total of readers even closer to a two-digit number. Many thanks to whoever that was from me and my twelfth house on the upper east side.
