Relating astrology to real life
I want to carry on about people who are single and contemplating their fear and the difficulty of partnering. See Where Are All The Men? This is definitely a real thing and here is blatant proof of it. I don’t know what you think but I don’t think this happened organically. Something is up here. […]
This is from 2008. Someone found it this morning and left a comment. “The soldier” is now my husband. We met as teenagers but failed to marry. We got back together, 20+ years later. We spent a couple years, matching up the timelines of our lives. Where were you, when I was here, type thing.
I’ve never been psychic. I’ve considered it, because my sister has this ability. I can’t do what she can do – period. This is not to say I don’t have a lot insight and I can certainly read a chart to such a degree, most questions can be answered. But I’ve been having new experience
lunairy wrote on The Cold War In Your Marriage Or Relationship: “This post definitely subtly hints of libra mars talking…. [it seems so obvious & common sense to us!!] …. i have learned it is not the case for others…” This is a great observation and I don’t deny I prefer to get along. But
A couple of weeks ago, I found a little case of cds… music cds. My car is a 2010; it has a cd player, so I was overjoyed at the find. I don’t know how long they’ve been missing, but at least fifteen years. Some of them were homemade or bootleg, burned to a disc?
This is an old post from 2009, but it’s just so deeply true. Pulling it up to go way beneath the superficial… I was driving across Nebraska to see my husband, thinking about that gal, Kate, looking for the beta male. I always travel in a a skirt because it’s how I’m most comfortable. I
X-rayed is discussing my sister’s eye for fashion on The Gold Hat Lives On. I was going to respond but decided to make a post of this. My sister was obsessed with fashion, from birth. We actually published a “family newspaper”. This was news that took place, in the middle of the desert where we lived.
