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2001-05-16 - 10:57 p.m. If you haven’t already heard, one of the women who wrote that terrible book “The Rules” is getting a divorce. SO great—especially since the third book in the series “How to stay married” is due out soon. What a way to ruin your career. She deserves it for convincing some women that lying and being a false self will land you a man. I wonder what happened in her relationship? Did her husband find out some strange secret? Did he suddenly realize one day that the woman he’s been living with is actually a man? Was she in such denial that he was having an affair, that it wasn’t until he had proposed to his lover that she finally realized he was serious about “the divorce thing”? Whatever.
** Since my parents are away, and they’ve asked that I tape all their season finales, I’ve been stuck watching these shows I’ve never seen before. I am a HUGE TV fan. Just ask anyone—but I don’t watch the popular “West Wing” or the other famous primetime shows. So I sat down tonight to watch the season finale of “West Wing” (great time to start watching any show)—I don’t get what everyone’s so excited about. Now I’m watching the last of a special on TLC about aliens…there’s a guy on an acoustic guitar singing “Oh E.T., we’ve been waiting, oh waiting so loooong.” That was strange. Yes. My life is in a rut. Went to therapy for the second time today—she restated the fact that I should not be drinking. At least for the beginning of therapy. This is going to be strange—I realized that so much of my social life revolves around hanging out with friends and drinking. So, my social life needs to change, I guess. Argh. But I do love my horoscope from the Village Voice this week: Aquarius: In recent weeks you've perfected the art of lounging in one spot for long periods while staring blankly at the sky. I trust that you've also been channeling pages and pages of doodles from your subconscious mind, singing yourself lullabies not just at bedtime but whenever you feel unfathomable longings, and allowing lush fantasies to freely well up and interfere with your work. Assuming you have devoted yourself to these and other acts of self-renewal, I will now nudge you in the direction of the next phase of your astrological cycle: Picture yourself making love on the red leather seat of a Jaguar that's parked on the edge of a cliff overlooking a waterfall. I’m loving that last sentence…now, if I only had the Jaguar. If I can’t find the man, well, I’ll figure something out.
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