I'm in a ranting/raving mood thanks to Mr. George. So, here is a thread where you can ramble about anything, whether it makes perfect sense, or it doesn't make perfect sense. Whether it's normal or abbynormal, I feel like this doesn't get done very often. I'm reading a beginner's guide to astrology. It's quite interesting...I don't necessarily believe that a horoscope will tell you everything about you, your past, and your future, and all that, but it does give you something to work off of. I mean, the heavens are so vast and so majestic, they had to play a part in your birth. I was born in the afternoon, so I never got to "celebrate" at night. I don't enjoy birthdays. My brother always comes home and hogs all the attention as well as the TV. For some reason, I shut up when he's home. I don't talk to my parents like I normally do, and I never say a word to him. He's always so intrusive in our lives, begging for money for his image-driven life. You know, if you ask him what his hobbies are, he wouldn't be able to answer you. And if he did end up answering the mind-boggling question, he would reply with a simple, "Beer drinking. Fuck yes!" I don't understand how they can enjoy someone with such little substance. And my parents are both quite intelligent people. They read and educate themselves. But Ray seems to grasp their intellect's superficial side, I guess. I find toes to be quite pretty, no matter the size, angle or measurement.