Monday, March 23, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 23 March

Go away.

Why are you still lolling about, here? Don't I hear your nanny calling? Shouldn't you be going somewhere far, far away? Well? Why are you here? Oh, right, you came here for a reading. Well, of course you did. You couldn't have just figured your own life out, you had to ask a sensitive soul, like me. So, then, for all my pains, here you are:
You are bossy as heck and obsessive about details which nobody in his right mind would worry over. You make people follow you around, in both business and social settings. You will have a full flock of children of your own, to keep you busy.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. For once, let somebody else lead you to a positive thought -- you're alive, unlike these people, all of whom, on this date in history, were gathered into the ultimate fold: Itagaki Nobukata, Emperor Gelawdewos, Charles Caroll, Tsar Paul, Arthur Melvin Okun, Friedrich Hayek, Paul J. Cohen, ... Pope Julius III, Johann Jakob Wettstein, Jean-Baptiste Dubos, Henri-Marie Beyle aka Stendahl, Franklin Pierce Adams, Edwin O'Connor, Rowland Evans, Paul César Helleu, Anthoni van Noordt, Johann Gottfried Walther, Donald Swann, Eileen Farrell, László Löwenstein aka Peter Lorre, Del Lord, John Dexter, Florence Moore, Mae Murray, Eric Medlen, Johan van Galen, Barney Clark, Ben Hardwick,
and Alan Barton.

I'd meet you at midnight, but it's past the time I turn into a pumpkin.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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