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Your Friendship Style is Philosophical

You take every friendship you have seriously, and you spend a lot of time analyzing your friends.

You've thought a lot about what it means to be a good friend, and you hold yourself to your standard.

In return, you expect your friends to be loyal, honest, and real. You're somewhat picky about who you're friends with.

Fighting with your friends bothers you more than most people. You can't stop replaying arguments over and over in your head.

You and an Empathetic Friend: Try to understand one another. You approach life very differently, but you're willing to listen to one another.

You and a Gregarious Friend: Are a better match than expected. You understand and appreciate your Gregarious Friend's energy.

You and an Independent Friend: Get along pretty well, but you can't help but think your Independent Friend needs to learn better manners!

You and another Philosophical Friend: Are friends for life. You can get lost in your intense, interesting conversations... and maybe even change the world together!

Sounds about right.

So much happens, and I have no time to update. When I do, it's usually worthless info that I won't care to read about a year from now.

I am supposed to join a bunch of high school buddies in Auburn at Shakey's tomorrow. Not real sure I'll make that, due to the weather and my lovely flare. About a 50/50 chance.

Big things happening and unhappening. I don't know whether it makes me happy or sad. I suppose I'm puzzling through some issues right now and simply don't want to share them.

Gotta make some serious decisions and soon. *sigh* I hate serious decision-making.

You just wasted 2 good minutes reading this tripe :>


Creeping Through The Cellar Door
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February 2019


Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card
Which is blank, is something that he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself;

One must be so careful these days.
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