I Found This Interestingly Accurate

I'm such a pig:

I happen to be a cusp.  Not only am I a Capricorn (Feminine sign???  That would explain why I'm strangely pretty like my mother...I think), but I'm a Boar/Rat hybrid [That's possible???], no wonder I'm so troubled...based on these things, I can't help but be.  Apparently, my IQ is so high, and my IQ type is so unique my misery is justifiable.  Go figure.  This means, essentially, if I and the terrorists don't change the world my life will suck [Bad joke...].  Shut up.  Based on the descriptions of these signs, I'm: temperamental, highly intelligent, studious, stubborn, introverted, powerful, musically inclined, and highly prized...pretty accurate if prized is viewed as a hunting term rather than descriptive as an object of value.

Have you ever had an experience that was, literally, best described as feeling someone staring at you?  I'm having one of those experiences right now.  What's even more strange is that intuitive "6th sense" is very accurate.  This homeless guy has stared at the back of my head, while loitering in the coffee shop, for 5 minutes.  Finally someone asked him to leave.  The thing is...why did he choose me to stare at?  Now, THAT'S strange.  Is it natural for me to notice absolutely EVERYthing going on around me?  If so, why is it some people can be caught completely off guard?

[Brief intermission...]

Folks, you may have noticed something different about my entries...that's right, I've discovered how this linking system works.  When I blog from my phone I can't enter links normally as this site uses a different HTML script than I'm used to.  That said, I decided to experiment from my netbook while at the coffee shop and the results were profound!  I simply don't have the time to enter links from my phone using the text form on this site because I'm due for a firmware upgrade Sprint refuses to provide [For free, as it should be...].  My only option is to download Android 1.6 from a third part on my netbook, install it on my phone, then port over all my applications and data manually (while praying to all that is HOLY I don't lose anything), which truly isn't worth the trouble.

In conclusion, the format of my links and blog posts shall be the clues involved in determining what object I updated from.  Finding a hotspot isn't a leisure afforded me on a frequent bases, so enriched posts, like this one for example, are going to be quite rare [Enjoy while you can...].

[This intermission may be a permanent change...]

Another thought, why do people wear sandals even in cold weather?  I can't understand that for the LIFE of me!  Almost as if they don't believe in frostbite, gangrene, amputation, and the discomfort of those who are, inadvertantly, subject to witness the process.  Man, I can go for hours about things like this, I mean, where do they get off sharing that much of their business?  It's not like their women with pretty feet...their usually men...and that's very disconcerting.

Newscast, douche bags!  Other men are victims of your Franken-toe exhibition.  We don't like it.

[*Sighs*...]

And another thing, why do all the gay guys have the most beautiful women attached to them?  And why do the most beautiful women complain all the time?  I know a few and, God, I feel like the gay guy in the situation.  This is bad because I DO LIKE, no, LOVE WOMEN!  They make my d!ck hard!  Trust me, if I could kiss you, literally through the phone, I'd interrupt you in a New York nano-second!  Wait...no wonder they love gay men...because they aren't interested in interrupting them to ask them why they complain so much when there's a perfectly good man right in front of them...who's already their friend...

[Breathe, son, everything will be all right...]

F*ck you, Mr. Marshall!

"Sorry." - Mr. Marshall

Who's side are you on anyway?  You've been on my case a lot lately while I've been behaving myself, do I have to remind you of your roots [No...]?  Good, now aim your sarcasm and exasperation at the targets of my choosing please [I'm not your assistant...].  Mother -

"Hey, Infinite, I'm really happy you're clearing your mind, I'mma let you finish...but - "

Don't you dare, Kanye, you and Mr. Marshall are going to catch a bad one if you finish that statement [He's really mad today...].  I wouldn't say mad, but I WOULD say fed up, so maybe you should just allow me to have my way [You're the boss...].  Thank you.

Bigby coffee is great.  It's calming down.  Yes, I have an adverse reaction to caffeine.  I've been drinking it for so long, it literally has the opposite effect on me.  Now, back to my original thoughts.

The internet is immensely useful.  I never thought a group of strangers would help me understand myself so much more.  It's amazing how accurate and significant these astrological signs are.  It isn't witchcraft or a scam, it's a science used to develop a general understanding of certain groups of people born during certain time periods.  It's a psychological science and based on mathematics, it can be calculated and understood by many.

Grant it, it's not an exact science, but when it comes to social sciences, it's the most accurate way of breaking the ice with other people.  You get an idea of what to expect when you associate with certain other people and what to look forward to should you continue to do so.  I, for example, was very accurately identified in the description of individuals born in the year of the Boar on the Chinese Zodiac [Eat it, closed-minded skeptics...].

I'm going to end it with that...abruptly, that's how I get down [Yeah...] *Flips you all off* [Give them the finger...]  Bite me [Eat a di--].  My mind is mad deep and you just jumped in [Why'd you cut me off like that?].  Because I wanted to go swimming [You're afraid of water, idiot...].  You're not a good judge of sarcasm [Blow me...].  Grow one...b!tch [*Gasps!*].

The tip I'm on