What? Look: I worked most of the weekend. When I wasn’t actively reading charts, I was standing there, talking to people about charts. Or Mercury, or whatever. Jupiter. Sure.
Let me say this about that. Never mind, I’m too tired to be coherent now.
Look: some guy asks what your birthday is, that doesn’t mean that he’s trying to pick you up. Okay?
It is a bad pickup line leftover from the sixties unless he’s a professional astrologer. Get over it.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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