he will be the other king, the one under rosaline's spell, trapped in his castle on the island. merlin imprisoned by viviane the enchantress. you know, i always wanted the story to continue there, but no, the poets stopped just when they got at the interesting part.
and so.... he had her. but his mistake was to underestimate rosaline and not see her gifts. and... i'll think about it later.

... my partner in crime, my clyde, my green knight, my merlin, my obsessive iconoclast, seductive, alluring, full of myrrh and reverence, a philosopher king and a fool, the all and the divine.

really, this is how people act recently. i'll just act like a libby-fleur that i am and simply ignore it and get my groove on.

it started like another saturday morning, well, more or less because it came that time of the year when i decided i need a haircut. so i had an appointment at this guy my sister recommended who, she said, was awesome. the appointment was for 9 a.m. of course, i was there at 9 a.m sharp, because i work like a swiss clock and punctuality is next to godliness. but the stylist, being an artist, wasn't there so i called him, he apologized, arrived in 15 minutes, because he forgot the keys someplace and he had to go to the mani-pedi girl to get other keys, whatever, blah.
and now the really perfect morning begun. because the salon was in a small attic and there were big mirrors put on the floor against the wall and there was a slight disarray and a bohemian air to the place - all beauty salons should look like that. because it was a sunny and warm spring morning. because i was the only customer. because he turned on the radio on that soft music station. because the stylist didn't look like your regular hair-stylist (you know, those cocky, shallow and obnoxious "experts"? those who think weird is avant-garde and whose lips are pursed in perpetual disdain). instead, picture a michael stipe look-a-like (except with brown eyes), dressed in a light-blue and white shirt with jeans (NO SPARKLES! NO RIDICULOUS OUTFIT! OHMYGODS!). a casual and relaxed attitude, no "oh, your hair is a mess!". and then he washed my hair, at which point i fell over dead with awesome because there is nothing in the world like head massage and having my hair washed. and he noticed my hair was dyed with henna (at which point i was like OH WOW!!!)
(short note: i argued with sister about my expectations on hairstylists. she was all "what did you expect, a beating? you were a customer, for heaven's sake!" i pointed out that hairstylists i met previously were characters from horror movies who took a perverse pleasure in taking my money AND insulting me in passive-aggressive ways i very often felt like stabbing them with those scissors. so, for someone who is a hairstylist and a guy, it was next to amazing to act decently. or maybe i just had so many traumas)
and then the split ends were trimmed and there were no weird suggestions regarding the haircut and the hair was styled in a casual sexy way. damn, i felt so good, so pretty, leaving that place. and my hair was shiny and flowy and i felt like an awesome goddess in dark jeans.
and then i had coffee and a croissant with sister in a nice cafe downtown and we went shopping and we had lunch with the girls at the restaurant in the park and gossiped and laughed and it was warm and sunny outside and the world felt free of worries and fuckwitters extraordinaire.
i really really want days like this to happen more often. everyday, if possible, plzthnks

no, seriously, now, i want spring and warmth NOW! blooming trees, birds chirping, and preferably money, much money i can spend on pretty and shallow things and not care about tomorrow. ok, guilty, i still spend money i don't really have on pretty and shallow thingies but this is my prerogative and after all i do not feel that guilty! it was all for the art!!
otherwise, i am tired - so tired! and slightly miffed about people going crazy. and i thought my life is complicated. i almost feel like bringing popcorn and watching the drama unfold. but then again, soon, this is how i usually feel at equinox time and then i'll be back to my chirpiness.
of course, april 17th! game of thrones - let it begin!
on a related note: humans have drama in their genes. honestly, we are very able to make the world a great and peaceful place, we just don't want to. unless we meddle and stir the pot we don't feel complete! i also think living in a harmonious place we'd have nothing to bitch and whine about and.... there will be no story. see, this is another reason aliens don't come here. apart from us being basically a predatory murderous species. they don't want to hear us complaining about virtually everything.

i'll go against many astrologers on this one, since they tend to see saturn as a repressive, restrictive, very frustrating force that limits your self-expression. i'll have to agree with saturn on the fact that most people think that self-expression means doing whatever you damn please without consequences. saturn represents those consequences which are after all a law of nature.action and reaction.
what saturn in libra says is: there should be boundaries to your self-expression because you are not alone in this world. the other has the same rights as you do so your freedom should not obstruct her/his freedom. you are free not to play by the rules, but there's a price to pay for that. if you don't like that price (the current jupiter and uranus in aries don't like it), that is your problem, but you still have to pay it. saturn in libra is about fairness, civilization and compromise - there are rules to be observed and limits that shall not be crossed for a very good reason. we would have endless quarreling and conflicts which are terribly counterproductive and we would go nowhere. be smart: work with the others, says saturn in libra, for you will have many benefits and they will too.

after all, saturn in libra doesn't like war. it strives for peace. it has a sword, true, but also a pair of golden scales.

because windows needed a kick in the ass. or something like that