Monday, Jun. 28, 2004 | 12:23 a.m. | Suspicious Evidence

strange hours: so.
strange hours: i just cleaned out my dryer's lint trap . . . and it was filled with glitter
miss æ-: glitter
miss æ-: from what?
strange hours: i. have. no. idea.

i know that raves are held in strange, industrial-type places, but this is just ridiculous.

(it was a load of sheets, if you were wondering. very glitter-free sheets.)

Sunday, Jun. 13, 2004 | 2:07 a.m. | It Is Writen In Thine Stars

Leave the quiet life behind. You're not that interested in small-scale actions and limited results when you have the power to change the weather or significantly improve the scenery. If they let you near the water, you have no choice but to make a big splash. Dress up for a night on the town, keeping in mind that you might be ready to start painting it before noon. Why wait when every moment is the right moment? All you need now is someone to match your wild rhapsody note for note. You're sure to meet others like you out there.

my horoscope is clearly under the delusion that i live in some sort of on-going broadway musical. and meet others like me out there? you've got to be kidding me. i don't think you could duplicate my weirdness even if you tried.