Finals, moving, break-ups, make-ups, financial troubles, heartache, illness, work stress and sadness are all the more exposed and seem so un-fixable after a Full Moon. I call it the full moon hangover. If you are one who is suffering from this type of hangover, do not worry, the worst is over, and everything will start to fall back into place soon enough. Sit at home, have a cup of green tea, and listen to Stevie Wonder until the universe gets itself in the upright position. It works for me.
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Pete's in town til the weekend, Film Star has left town for the summer.
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Had lunch with mom and the boys, and I actually had money to pay for the whole thing.
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Winter is trying desperately to return, but I won't let it.
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GQ still has no place to live, and I can't help him, unless he starts to help himself. Or win the lottery.
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I still haven't done my taxes. I will have to buy a calculatrice in order to do it I think, unless I can remember my password for NetFile and just copy the math the Internet did for me.
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V-man's girlfriend is almost moved in to the house. Welcome to our humble abode.
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I haven't slept in 24 hours, and I feel fine.
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Pearl Jam is coming to Saskatchewan. After I saw the ticket prices, I thought to myself "What the hell were they fighting Ticketmaster for again?" Ah well, I'll go see the hippocrits anyways.
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My stereo has gone back in time, and is only letting me play grunge rock. Why fight it?
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I always liked that Maggie Gyllenhall, and now I LOVE her.
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