Wherein the author details her foolish fondness for people who fall into the group rather arbitrarily named ‘Virgo’.
I go way back with Virgos. They make up some of my favourite people and they are somewhat over-represented in my life. I’m not sure how they came to be over-represented but I’ve now reached the stage of collecting them and putting them in little boxes and only taking them out once a year, sometime in August or September, for their birthdays and having tea parties for them. Some of that may be lies; forgive me, I have a lot on my mind with trying not to forget to wish people ‘Happy Birthday’ on the right day. And, you know, totally ignoring a certain day in late August for officially being A-Black-Day-Filled-With-Grief(-How-Is-Tumut?).
Anyway, rather than being totally random and seeming quite insane (things that you know I utterly detest), I will explain myself. Virgos, in my book, unreservedly rock. This is evidenced by, oh just you wait for this, Jarvis Cocker (swoon etc etc), my awesome friends J. and N., my nephew (totally anally retentive at 18 months – and he’s been that way ever since!) and now, the new and improved, Kevin Rudd. Okay, sure, it is lame to judge a politician by his star sign, I do understand, but as the man has relatively little going for him and I am willing to grasp straws, well, yay the Virgo. There are others – some of my favourite colleagues for instance but I can’t be arsed naming everyone and, also, I so run out if initials quickly…
Okay, so there are notable exceptions – S. the-cousin-fucking-bitch (my cousin, her bitch) who damn near ruined my relationship with my favourite cousin and, of course, the Black-Filled-etc though to be fair I totally adored him (and still do, to a certain extent, from a police decided [I lie] distance/several hundred kilometres and a couple of years of non-speakers) and now mock him (okay, always mocked him, always mock everyone, there was no fish, no barrel, don’t be so damn hurt!), in safe anonymity, as means of exorcism. Mostly, though, I heart my Virgos…and have totally forgotten why I started writing this and/or what the point is though I think it had something to do with Kevvie and, possibly, insulting people who don’t read this and would probably be offended if they did.
Fuck I need some sleep.
This is a mess.
You just know that I’m going to post this anyway.
A Virgo wouldn’t do that. No way. They’d mop the floor or something stupid like that instead.
I wonder if Kevvie’s anally retentive? I wonder why I find that such an amusing quality in other people. Oh no wait, I don’t wonder that at all - I know.