In my lifetime, i'd say about 1,200 different people have guessed my sign . . . 100 of 'em got it right ! ! !
Setanta, my guess would be that your sign is Taurus and that you were born on May 16, 1951. I've been wrong before, but not very often.
Regarding the sexual compatibility charts: That sounded a bit intriguing to me, so I tried it -- they matched me up with a tree frog. They went on to say that any month would do, but tree frogs are definitely my destiny.
Isn't life a bitch.
You're about six months late there, Gus . . .
Dear e. h.,
Here is your horoscope
for Sunday, July 6:
If it seems that love is everywhere, that's because Gemini is everywhere spreading the good word. For once, overdoing it is perfectly acceptable. You're gratified to be too much for some people to handle.
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
that is soooooooo working for me :wink:
did i hear nude hororscopes? may i have one?
Why, indeedy-doody!
errrrrrrrrrrrrrr - what sign, mr. mikey?
Nude horoscopes!
Setanta - I agree with you - but...wanna hear something really weird?
I went to a Presbyterian school - so the house crap stuff was called clans - for the Scottishness, you know. There were four of the smeggers.
Anyway - in Year 8, we were joined by a whole passel of new girls. By that time, we had all worked out that we could all tell what clan someone was in just by lookng at them. Now - my explanation of this was that we all had seen people assembled in clans so many times that we had a subliminal memory of every face.
My group of friends decided to test this out. We went up to each new girl and said (we all agreed for every one of them, except one) what clan we thought they would be put into.
We checked a week later - right on all of them except two - and one of them had had an aunt or something which determined where she was put. There were about 60 of 'em.
Now - is that spooky, or what?
Another oddish piece of (real this time - I mean, we really did that, but you know what I mean) research involved getting psychiatrists to look at moving film of a whole lot of little kids.
They picked the ones who later developed schizophrenia with something approaching (from memory - it might be a bit lower, but still startling) 90% accuracy.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Dear Bunny, than are dreamt of in your philosophy . . . or mine, for that matter . . .
now . . .
GO TO BED ! ! !
shouldn't the feathered lowanbie be up and heading to work, not to rest?
I wonder if she has slept at all . . .
if you all MUST know - I am feeling better, but so tired (from illness, not lack of sleep - I slept a lot of yesterday) that I have taken an annual leave day off - cos I think I might finally make it all the way through a full work week again if I rest today. Pathetic, I know - but this crap has gone on eight weeks and six lots of antibiotics!
End of tragic moan.
Er - that may have sounded ungracious - 'twas not meant to be.
No worry, Cunning Coney, yer among friends . . .
LOL! I need Craven's little mood indicator - permanently turned to "harmless"!
That little thingy of his has gone, I note?
I hadn't really paid much attention, Our Dear Bunny . . . well, i'm for bed here shortly, so i will wish you a good day . . .
vitamins and rest will cure what ails you...
bunnies need to sleep every now and again.
fish ebeth
