Friday, March 06, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 6 March

Go away.

Will you never leave? Will this torture never stop? Please, what will it take to make you go? Oh. You want a reading. Well, that's simple enough... like some people, I suppose. At any rate, here you are:
Don't marry hastily! Don't wait too long to marry! Oh, to heck with it, don't marry! With your temperament, marriage to anyone with the slightest lack of congeniality would make your marriage an unhappy one for everybody. You have a rigid spine and over-analyze everything. You need constant stimulus from sports and other sources of excitement, and must be the center of attention when at gatherings of acquaintances (I'd say friends, but they're probably not, unless their meds have recently been upped).
Are you happy, now? Of course not. Happiness comes only to those who live in shells in muddy or sandy areas. Still, you could be worse off. At least you've got your life, which is more than one can say about these people, all of whom, on this date in history, went to the Deep Six Garden: Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett, William Barret Travis, Victoria Kaiulani, William Whewell, Gottlieb Daimler, Ferdinand von Lindemann, Hans Bethe, Saint Rose of Viterbo, Artemus Ward, Louisa May Alcott, Pearl S. Buck, Ayn Rand, John Sanford, Georgia O'Keeffe, Justus Johann Friedrich Dotzauer, John Philip Sousa, David Ivor Davies aka Ivor Novello, George Formby, Nelson Eddy, William Hopper, Daisy Baker aka Margaret Dumont, Melina Mercouri, Kim Walker, Frances Dee, Teresa Wright, Dana Reeve, Max 'Slapsie Maxie' Rosenbloom, Frank Barrett, Bryan Fogarty, Danny Gardella, Constanze Mozart, Anton Cermak, Jürgen Stroop, Anne Braden, Ernest Gallo,
and King Floyd.

What our love needs is privacy. Me in one private space, and you in another.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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