out of the trailer

I was walking out of the trailer, just fixin’ to go somewhere when the neighbor Virgo cornered me. “Read my chart.” “Sure, I don’t mind reading your chart, as long you don’t mind ‘coed naked astrology’.” “What’s that?” “Well, look at how I’m dressed.” “Kramer, you’re always dressed like that.” I didn’t look too haggard yesterday morning, and I ran the web cam for a little while. When I realized it showed a lot of my flesh, and I looked naked, even though I really did have on walking shorts, I tried for one shot with the cat in hand, but she always wants to bat at the blinking green light, and that was the end of that. Last night, an Aquarius took me to a delightful place called Hoovers. I had the Jamaican Jerked BBQ Ribs. With a side of Jalapeño Spinach. Very Austin, I guess. Actually, it was quite the sumptuous meal. Now, I had dinner with an Aquarius, I got voice mail from two more, and I spent the late evening talking to an Aquarius, picking dates for an event. The moon was at 29 degrees of Capricorn — getting ready to go into Aquarius. Flavor for the day, or the evening, anyway.