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I'm a Superstitious Girl
November 18, 2004, 9:58 p.m. It’s funny. I always scoff at the horoscopes in the paper – even if I really believed the placement of huge gaseous bodies and planets in the far flung reaches of space could affect my daily life in any way, from what I know of astrology, the readers of the placements of said gaseous bodies and planets would have to know far more about the time of my birth than just the month to give any sort of accurate reading – but sometimes I pick it up and read the short paragraph and think, Oh God that’s so right. It happened right before the Elf-boy dumped me; it happened again today. Well, not in a predictive sense, like before, but in the sense that it was just what I needed to read. Perhaps that’s no great skill – there’s no great insight in writing some vague words that a random person can apply to their own life. But it was what I needed, so I don’t care. You gotta take comfort where you find it, I suppose.
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