MightyScopes for the week of February 13th
Hump Day Horoscopes in your mouth, you nasty boots. Noadamus here, operator and internet prophet with crystal magic who can see the future. Okay, I made the crystal crap part up, but I was raised by hippies and weaned on goats' milk, so open your ear holes and listen to PaPa Bear.
Go crazy. You're not paying.
Some weeks suck, but not this one — not for you, at least. Your favorite kind of friends want to party, the ones who pay for everything. Money is basically falling into your pocket and your mental capacity is amped up to the max. You might even manage to keep your secret love affair hidden. Just watch your mouth through the weekend, because tempers run hot this week.
Can't go home 'cause you have to work past COB and Household 6 won't shut up about it? Just take a deep breath, everything starts to look better closer to the weekend. You might even find some time to nerd out on whatever Dungeons & Dragons spells you're casting. By next Wednesday, you're a powerhouse, smoldering and passionate.
Seriously dude (or dudette), chill the F' out, 'fore you give yo-self a hernia. Your energy is almost unlimited, but everyone's patience is not. You're kicking ass and taking names, crushing every PT event, and you're goddamn Jonny Ringo at the range, but you don't know everything, and next week, a family member won't hesitate to remind you, repeatedly.
You're gonna get some attention. Doesn't mean you want it.
The weekend brings a surge of energy, useful during CQB and for meeting your future ex-girl/boyfriend. Your tactical knowledge pays off and thrusts you into a leadership role, but causes you more disruption than your stubborn ass would care for. You are likely to be recognized as the subject-matter expert.
Wednesday has you on edge. Take a knee and drink water. You'll live... probably. Not everyone is out to get you, and people still like you, and yes, everybody thinks you're clever. Snuggle up with your woobie, and if you can suck it up until next week, your silver tongue will return and you'll be a superstar at work again. Speaking of stars, if you got pipes, middle of next week is a great time to rock an open mic.
Whatever secrets you're hiding are subject to rumor and gossip this Wednesday. Just remember your SERE training: say nothing, and by the weekend, people will move on to more interesting talk. Early next week, everyone from your significant other to the MPs to the crustiest Gunny in the division wants to butt heads with you. And they call you sensitive? By the middle of next week, things are starting to look up.
You're really only sabotaging yourself.
Remember that one time you let your friends talk you into doing the stupid-ass sh*t that almost got you court-martialed? Oh wait, that's this Wednesday. Pull your head out of your ass, Corporal, and try not to pick any more fights at work. Next week looks good for your wallet; guess all that day-trading is finally paying off.
Wednesday is a trifecta of suck. The house (or family) is demanding money, friends and coworkers are overly argumentative, and your buddy told everyone about your browser history. It's called cyber security. Seriously, sergeant. Next week sucks, too, but at least after the weekend, nobody is busting your balls at work. I'm prescribing some meditation classes — you must chillax.
Why you stirring up so much shit? Your neighbors are pissed, the morons in your unit are pissed, every damn instructor you have to deal with is pissed. You need to ask yourself — who's actually the asshole here? Here's a hint: It's you, you pretentious snob. You cannot win all of these battles and some of these people are on your side. Don't be such a blue falcon, buddy f*cker.
It's probably for the best that you still live in the barracks.
If all of your idiot friends overdraft their credit cards at the gentlemen's club, does that mean you will, too? Dumb question, we both know you will. Don't wake up Thursday morning five bills in the hole. In fact, this Wednesday and every night through this weekend, just stay in the barracks and watch a documentary on Buddha or something. Oh yeah, don't let your aggression get the better of you next week.
You're bleeding money trying to keep up with your rent and your drinking escapades. Don't get mad when people get pissed off by your scandalous behavior and your inability to commit to a relationship. The good news is that next week you will remember you have a job and, even though you will not have the most squared away uniform, your aggression will inspire others and make peers and supervisors alike forget how much of a flake you are.
Trust me, I really want to lie to you and say things are looking up, but… things continue to be terrible for you and you will continue to be a moody asshole. You can't use this excuse to be a miserable human being; you're better than that. If you have children, keep them occupied this week or they might burn down your house, and no one wants to listen to you b*tch anymore.
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