Cranky Large Medium reading, 28 November

Go away.

Are you still here? Whatever for? There's no gold in these here hills. All I have is... Oh. Yes. You want a reading, don't you? Sigh. Well, then, here you are:

You are mostly a mushball of emotions, presenting yourself as gentle and generous, but you can be a real bully when you want to be. You are uncommunicative and cocky. You should marry young, to someone who views you as the center of the universe. Too bad you're old, and there are so few who are so dim.

Are you happy, now? Awwww, sign me sympathetic not at all. You complain and complain, and yet, you have it so much better than all these people, who, on this date in history, became the hills: Owain Gwynedd, Shinran, Eleanor of Castile, Déodat Gratet de Dolomieu, Mary Fairfax Somerville, Enrico Fermi, St. Gregory III, Orson Hyde, Matsuo Bashō, Washington Irving, Richard Wright, Enid Blyton, William Kienzle, Kal Mann, Gian Lorenzo Bernini, Giovanni Francesco Grimaldi, Robert Volpe, Hernando Franco, Gudrun Wagner, Trevor Bardette, Christopher George, Herb Vigran, Garry Moore, Rosalind Russell, James Naismith, Bob Meusel, Leonard Hoar, Dwight F. Davis, Jeffrey Dahmer, Buster Edwards, Jerry Rubin,

and Jerry Edmonton.

No more rocking me.
Happy birthday, anyway.