In the stars?

I've just discovered that Hemingway and I have the same birthday. And we've both spent a significant amount of time in the north of Italy. Does this bode well for the book that I'm going to write about it all? Hopefully my autobiography will have a happier ending...

With the amount of stock that Italians put in star signs (a lot. seriously, sometimes it seems a bit extreme. The first question anyone asks about someone you are dating 'is what's their sign?' but I digress.) this shared cancer/leo cusp ought to mean something!

(IN) Decency

Earlier today I had a minor text message battle with a co-worker that resulted in her yelling at me through all-caps that I lack COMMON DECENCY. Well I never!

Maybe she's right. I might have deserved this allegation. I had, afterall, just called her honey. But then, once I finished making a tasty Australian stew out of her, I thought it over and decided that maybe it’s a compliment to lack common decency. It must mean that I do fascinatingly outrageous things. Too much common decency certainly would make one very boring, right? So then, its far better to simply have none at all.

For example, yesterday when I almost got arrested at the lake (okay so this is a slight exaggeration, but doesn't it make the story so much better?) if I had just told the policeman, "I can't help myself, sir, I simply lack common decency," maybe he would have just nodded and went on. It would have saved me the scolding in broken English in any case.


PS: Yes, I am aware that text message battles are below me and my 24 years.