...i wished for an eric northman to solve at least partially some of my problems (i know. libra female thing. we love to be rescued some times) and i got it. ok, it's not tall, blonde or vampire. it's not even male. but, damn, who cares about viking vampire (who, by the way, can't face bureaucracy in the morning because he would fry) when you have a feisty aries best friend to rescue you?
so we went to that-place-where-they-eat-your-soul with a stack of papers AGAIN and i nearly had a heart attack because something was wrong AGAIN (look. don't ask. my theory is that people there don't want anyone to collect unemployment and they have fun making you run around in circles) but there she was! my angel! we went out, smoked a cigarette and made a plan. then she made some phone calls and boldly entered the building and owned them all and nobody saw any more mistakes and we were done in about 1 hour.
now, excuse me while i fawn over my champion. thank you, universe.

october will be better because i say so and because, seriously, september sucked royally on almost every plan of existence. and i need a break from that. starting tomorrow morning.
on the other hand, the good thing about this past month (and it was and still is really really good) is that there are people who love me and are supportive. people who were there and that's a huge boon.

lady godiva.

somehow, i also like this other painting but... seriously. lady godiva with her head down?
according to legend, she rode around the town naked in order to protest against the unfair taxes imposed by her husband. so, seriously, a character like that wouldn't keep her head down.

also, because i had to talk astrology here, i have a double-whammy transit of mars-godiva. i think this may be a message from the stars to channel the extra-oomph and go get them.

by the way, i like it how mystic medusa puts it "Maybe she was a Libra whose lover had said he couldn’t see her that week as he was worried about his tax bill so she thought she’d multi-task – gallop past his house naked so she could see what he was missing, scout for fresh lovers AND incite a tax riot."

you know, anarchism has sometimes a point. a very strong point. as proven today, yet again, it seems that bureaucracy exists only to eat your soul and, frankly, i suspect that some terrorist movements were created after otherwise nice and law-abiding citizens were driven mad by the absurdity of a system which requires you to run around for weeks for no apparent reason. and then it's still your fault!!!!!! nghhh....
okay. so. breathing. get in touch with the dark moon. because there's an upcoming awesome new moon tomorrow, which is my new moon and fabulous things are bound to happen so i'll channel into it

note: amnesiac eric northman is what i need. not the fuckwitter extraordinaire he was before, although, in the light of this incredible mess that expands rapidly each day, i could compromise on that. one word - glamoring.  second word - he's fiction so i can project whatever qualities i feel like on him without feeling like i'm asking too much.

vampire blood can cure anything and paco would be alive and well
glamoring - he could have erased all the pain, frustration, doubts, tears, stress of this effin' september with one look. and, internets, trust me on this one, i need all those things erased out my head. whoever said that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger had a point, but i would like to add that i'm basically a shallow libra and i thrive in peace, harmony and not having to deal with a megaton of bad things. yes, i am very able to do it, but it doesn't mean i like it or that it's thrilling in any way. this month sucked royally all the way so far on so many levels, i'm somewhat stunned by still being functional. so - eric- glamoring - god, here's the consent forms signed in triplicate!!!!
menace factor - 100+. that is incredibly useful. who would dare to make your life miserable when you date an 1000+ years old viking vampire who's towering over everyone and is killative? seriously, no one with a slight sense of self-preservation.
super-speed and agility and ability of making things all right. plus he doesn't give up. if he wants you, he'll come get you, bill or no bill, and he'll love you forever. plus, he can feel if you're in danger and he can and will actually rescue you. which means i can finally put the big-girl panties in a drawer and be a damsel in distress. at least occasionally (and at this point it would be such a blessing)
he's also sensitive, vulnerable, loving, caring, supernatural and deviously smart. not to mention a former viking prince.

that's my best explanation for the things that happened in the last few days. weeks actually, but they definitely grew exponentially the more we got close to the equinox. so far, only the spring equinox brought stressful situations but looks like the autumn equinox can do the same things only much worse. shifting the balance is a very dynamic process and that's that, there's no way around it. as much as i feel like hiding under the bed for the next few days, the only real option is to put my big girl panties on and soldier on. that or channel my inner eric northman because everyone knows he was very good at convincing.
so, happy mabon

found a post today about relationships on a blog i read - reading blogs is a ...guilty pleasure, i guess. plus it suits my up close and personal nature. that is, it lets me peek into people's mind and see how they work, what ticks them and so on and so forth - which of course it's interesting, because it's the R word (sacred in the book of libra). the bottom line is the author seems to consider them exhausting and too complicated. well, no one said meeting the other is a simple thing. on the other hand, you can't expect the other to adjust to your every whim without giving something in return - but that's a little difficult to explain to a cappy who fantasizes about muscular actors, has raunchy language and a whole theory to reinvent her life.