a business appointment

There’s an apartment complex between Threadgill’s and Shady Acres. They have a pool, with a fence around it. Now, if I slip a pen knife’s blade in through the little locking bolt, it’s easy to slide the gate open. Consider that I wear a lot of surfer attire, so my normal shorts double as swimming trunks (mesh internal pockets, for example). I suppose it’s a little weird to show up for a reading — a business appointment — my hair still damp, me reeking of pool chlorine, but on summer day in Texas, I need to stay cool — I’ve got an image to maintain.
> We pay for AOL and your input. Now what?
> You need indoor plumbing. We need you!
> You are connected to the universe in a more intimate way
> than what they’re forcing us to accept.
> “Do not let artificial lamps make strange shadows out of you,”
> wrote Pedro Pietri.
The question has come up often enough, what do I think about the astrology.com horoscopes? I’ve heard a handful of stories from self–proclaimed “insiders,” and what the stories suggest is that the scopes are not actually written by the person who signs her name to them. I don’t know this for a fact. As of yesterday, direct links like this were still working. I think I’m still working through some “airport karma,” first it was Saturday morning’s dash to drop of a red head, then drop off another red head yesterday afternoon, then last night, go back one more time — I like the Austin airport, but I prefer to go some place rather than just hang around it. [Unrelated, but interesting point about free stuff.]