tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post6809891356968178927..comments2023-09-11T22:55:01.527+08:00Comments on As I Was Passing: The FortuneJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-62658785983963018552007-02-13T23:22:00.000+08:002007-02-13T23:22:00.000+08:00Quilly: Me too. Of what use are the position of st...Quilly: Me too. Of what use are the position of stars if not to tell us about tomorrow?<BR/><BR/>Nessa: You are. Sweet thang your Mommy.<BR/><BR/>Thinker: Insidious, I think.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-55903429874258503122007-01-31T00:54:00.000+08:002007-01-31T00:54:00.000+08:00Wow, that's a sad story. Bad idea to rely on someo...Wow, that's a sad story. Bad idea to rely on someone else's version of the "future" and not act responsibly...very sad.Susannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17254213819711388842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-69469520081048146102007-01-24T06:43:00.000+08:002007-01-24T06:43:00.000+08:00My mother calls me to read me my horoscope, but on...My mother calls me to read me my horoscope, but only when it's bad. When I ask her why, she says it's so I can be prepared. I'm so lucky.Nessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-8197024652762985732007-01-23T09:26:00.000+08:002007-01-23T09:26:00.000+08:00I hate it when that happens.I hate it when that happens.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com