Capricorn: (Dec. 22—Jan. 19) It’s time to rid you…
Capricorn: (Dec. 22—Jan. 19)
It’s time to rid yourself of the fallacious belief that kids or animals or anyone else likes you.
I spent the latter half of Saturday walking around Tianmu, buying groceries, oogling the estates of extremely rich people, and just generally not sitting at home, which would have been too depressing. I didn’t want to go home, but one can only sit on the edge of a bridge and look at sewage for so long, so I eventually got on the train back downtown.
But I still didn’t want to go home, so I got off at Zhongshan Station and walked over to the Taiwan Bear Club, which was pretty empty when I got there. I sat there and watched crappy videos while the host, Black Pearl, made excuses to me about spending all his time with patrons who were a lot more fun to be around. He didn’t remember me, but I don’t blame him; it’s been a while since I was there last. Pretty much everyone was there with friends, and one party was getting quite raucous, so I left. I didn’t know where to go, so I just started walking, ending up a couple of hours later at a sauna, where I spent a relatively uneventful yet almost completely sleepless night.
Sunday was Berta’s birth brunch. I had promised her I would go. I did want to meet her little brother, who is in town to study Chinese, but I think the party would have been a lot more fun without me. As small a place as Berta’s apartment is, most of the other guests always managed to abandon whichever part I was in and congegrate in the part furthest away. I can’t say I blame them. Spirit’s been rather low lately. Movies only provide temporary escape from….from whatever it is. Hell, I don’t even know. Let’s just say that I’ve been writing a lot more in my private journal lately than in here.
