Because it's helpful, I'll think of it as Saturn's last gasp in Virgo and, as Erika said tonight at Alli's impromptu, I'm just going to hold the fuck on til it's over. That's what getting older gets you. The knowledge, if not the belief, that you live through practically everything. I "believe" in astrology, the way I "believe" in, what? astrology.
In other news, my recentest pop addiction. On repeat play for the last two days. Who knew Suzi Quatro? I didn't. She's so damn cute, and sings this song as though suffering's cute too. It is, kind of. Watch your own sometime, and look how you can care for yourself in it. A cut pet whose paw you sew to.