I blame every bad decision, every technical problem, every douche move that has happened this week on the wonky improbability of Mercury in retrograde. Will that work? Can that mystical horoscope related, overused and annoying reasoning be enough for me to stop obsessing and feeling bad, guilty and overwhelmed by the litany of shit that has fallen on me this week?
Here I am, oh celestial collection of weirdo’s. I am taking full responsibility for my part in this crap collection of events. But can you just leave me in peace and let me at least get a nap in or a decent night’s sleep without the aid of a pharmaceutical crutch that ultimately leaves me emotional and physically constipated?
I see the full circle, listen to the universe list of lessons before me and I am responding in kind. Now fuck off and let me watch the debates, not think I have shattered relationships and caused high school like distress with a clear conscience and a light heart. And by the way, funny little joke of throwing back that 8 year old time bomb right in my face to teach me a lesson about my reactive nature and over sensitivity in professional and personal situations. Loud and clear, Uranus! Now please. Fly back up in to wa wa land and haunt some one who uses patchouli oil as a sexual beacon.