"WHY, I'M PETER PAN, DAHLING."

5:14 a.m, Saturday Morning, May 31, 2008:

Mr. Scorp calls.

Me: Hello?
Scorp: Yo! (sounding weird)
Me: what's happened?
Scorp: Lots of sh*t, that's what.
Me: What?
Scorp: Lots of shit.
Me: What happened.
Scorp: (sounding even more weird) I got into a car accident.
Me: Where are you? Are you ok?
Scorp: It's not like you can help me, right (sounding aggravated)?
Me: Where are you?
Scorp: Why are you getting so dramatic?

He hangs up.

I call back.
He answers:

Scorp: what?
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I am finding it very hard as of late to think of anything else other than Mr. Scorp. I can't get him out of my mind.
It's been 2 weeks since that dreadful, DREADFUL text message I sent him (or rather, the flood of text messages) where I accused him of being involved with someone else. And should I add, all from my new cell number that of course he didn't have.

Silence from his end.

Silence from his end for two reasons: my incognito, accusatory text messaging and my having showed up at his gig… Continue

It's moments like these that I realize what an 8th house Moon signifies.

I have literally poured over thousands upon thousands of words written in SC for the past months while keeping a tight lid on all my personal affairs. Many times I have come close to divulging all that I have been guarding only to be held back by one persistent thought: "Now is not the right time." When is it ever the right time?

Words have power and words tinged with emotion and experience more so. I could write what I f… Continue

Jeff's blog on the eclipse occurring today got me thinking: does the "existential angst" I'm experiencing have anything at all to do with this eclipse?

I have to philosophize things to death in order to come to terms with them. Maybe it's not "existential angst" but a broken heart. It's human to approach life with certain demands; to approach people with a laundry list of needs that must be fulfilled, standards that they're somehow obligated to meet . It's very difficult to let things

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I once read that women play at sex because they want love and men play at love because they want sex. The name of the author and the title of the book eludes me. It makes no difference.

This sounds like a tired stereotype, but "tired stereotypes" tend to carry a kernel of truth.

Personal experience: When I first logged on the SC in November, I did so because I had begun to date a Scorpio male whom I had been friends with at work for close to two years. I was schocked (and reliev

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