I have read my December horoscope today. I don’t believe in god, I don’t believe in Santa, I don’t believe in astrology, but I was bored. I had to do something. It would have been useless to pray as I am beyond forgiveness, it would have been useless to write to Santa as I’d rather by my own shit than not being naughty so I read the horoscope instead, to see what stars have in store for me for the last month of the year and of the mankind.
By the way, I have just realized I share the same astrological sign with Jesus, we were born 6 days away. And 1980 years. But age is just a number, we are both Capricorns, this is what really matters.
So, according to my December horoscope, ” the passionate impulse will be very strong, the desires will be very fierce, sexuality will manifest vigorously”. I’ll feel the need “for a more dynamic relational life”, I’ll take initiative, I’ll have “the power to take the first step in a relationship”, to express what I love, what I like or want.”
I know it looks like I am on fire but the thing is this is my usual self, so tell me something new, horoscope! Every single day of my life I am all that and much, much more:
It seems that I have this Friday off. It is St. Andrew Day which is now a national holiday. Which is good. National holidays mean days off. The more days off, the merrier Lavinia is. We also celebrate National Day on December 1st and that should be off too, except this year is on a Saturday. Damn calendar. I suggested my boss we should get Monday off as National Day is on a Saturday. He said I make no sense but I really think I do. He should sleep on it or else. Or else I go to work on Monday.
I will look up what traditions we have for St. Andrew, I am pretty sure it has something to do with dead people (almost everything is about dead people in Romania) and I will let you know. Readers of this diary seem to dig our creepy, bloody customs. I love how foreigners think we are exotic (when they don’t think we are medieval).
I have found this picture on Facebook today
Obviously, I put it on my sister’s timeline, suggesting her she should absolutely share it, as she has such an amazing, out of the world sister (that would be me). She had a different opinion, though:
We are not on the same page here, meaning she is not on my page. I think she is jealous she is not a Capricorn too. Well, if she tries really hard and gives me back my clothes and shares that picture, she might get lucky in a future life. Hang in there, little sis, dreams do come true eventually.
Other than that, I have 2ooo words more and I am done with NaNoWriMo. I did it!
As for you, lovely readers, don’t forget to come back for more bloody Romanian traditions on Friday!