The Shattered Prayer

I felt bad that Shelley had trouble reading SP on safari, so the penises are back, in all their glory. Still tweaking, so bear with me (or bare with me, as the case may be). Also, for those of you who want transits done, leave your DOB in comments - or mail them to me at che@shatteredTHORNprayer.com.

Key Lime Cheesecake

• 2 cups vanilla wafers
• 1 cup slivered almonds
• 1/3 cup real butter, melted
• 2 (3 ounce) packages cream cheese, softened
• 1/4 cup real butter, softened
• 1 (14 ounce) can Sweetened Condensed Milk (NOT evaporated milk)
• 1/3 cup key lime juice
• clear plastic wrap

So Chiron has gone into retrograde. Not too sure what that means since nobody much pays attention to Chiron. Except the new agers. Jeebus, they’ll hi-jack anything. They just so needed a planet they could turn into their fluffy ‘healing inner wounds’ crap.

Yeah yeah, Chiron, self-sacrificing centaur. He’s a real Jesus, that one. R the P might also inform us that he’s a friend of Wonder Woman’s in the comic books. But I beat him to it.

So, the very day after I make a post about never saying “Why I haven’t written lately”, my internet goes down. Don’t it just figure?

A day without the internet is like a day without sunshine.

My mind is much quicker than my eyes. Its a Gemini thang. My mind tends to translate what I’m reading before I’m finished reading it. This applies especially to headlines. The other day I saw a headline that - to my mind - read Google vows to destroy the world.

That was an eye-opener! Today I ran across a blog headline that read, Why I haven’t written a Bible…

Was yesterday’s post enough of a horoscope fix? Or do you want more?

Today I was checking out my stats for Shattered Prayer, and found a few interesting search strings. I decided, for lack of anything better to do, to google some of the search strings that caught my fancy. One of the strings was “mojito jokes”. That string led me here, to a list of ‘Alcohoroscopes’. I thought I’d share, and today - in a drunken manner - I think I’ll go backward.

Rob’s horoscopes were a day late. They usually come out on Tuesday. So I thought, “He took an extra day with these, they must be really good.” As it turns out, I think he rushed this week’s horoscopes at the last minute, and didn’t even have time for a trip to the public toilets for grafitti inspiration.

And welcome to the visitor from Minneapolis, even if you’re using Internet Explorer.  I won’t even go into detail about the roast.

Tomorrow is Mercuralia, and I’m determined for it to be a turning point. No more crap luck, the tide of luck is turning in my direction.