Cranky Large Medium reading, 15 March

Go away.

Will you please leave? Why are you still here? I guess I should have listened to the advice the soothsayer gave to Julius Caesar, then shouldn't I? Forsooth! For here you are and I am not allowed my quiet... I'm dyin' ovah heah! If you won't go, why not? Oh, right, you came for a specific reward. You want me to give you a reading. Always something for nothing grumble grumble. Well, then, for crying out loud, here you are:

You have a strong personality (or is it just a lack of anti-perspirant?), but you do a fair job of faking humility and modesty; nevertheless, you can't resist pushing your way toward being the leader in all adventures. You have all your friends buffaloed, and can get what you want in the romance department, as well, as long as you are sincere. Like that's ever going to happen.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. It's not the sort of hing one gets, until one walks a mile in another's sandals. Well, at least you're alive, which is more than you can say for these people, all of whom, on this date in history, paid Charon's wage: Julius Caesar (of course), Cao Cao, Odoacer, Joseph Bazalgette, Henry Bessemer, John S. Paraskevopoulos, Arthur Compton, John Pople, Pope Lucius II, Clemens Maria Hofbauer, Giuseppe Caspar Mezzofanti, Howard Phillips Lovecraft, Rebecca West, Radha Krishna Choudhary, Salvator Rosa, Luigi Cherubini, Lester "Prez" Young, Stuart Rosenberg, Gail Davis, Ann Sothern, Dame Thora Hird, Tom Harmon, Shoji Nishio, Red Storey, Bowie Kuhn, John Davenport, Aristotle Onassis, Benjamin Spock, Charles Harrelson,

and Bud Freeman.

Come to think of it, I can't even give you that.
Happy birthday, anyway.