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Mars goes direct after being retrograde for several months, and BOOM! Everyone suddenly has a bone ta pick wi' me, as if I don't have enough to contend with, breakup and heartbreak and stupid Ragweek which seems to let out the Celtic hillbilly's inner racist prick. Oh and yesterday my darling Sinead survived a car crash that proved fatal for someone else (RIP unknown young man); what would I do if something had happened to her?!
So, you know, FECK IT. I decided today, I WILL SAY WHAT I WANT TO SAY WHENEVER I NEED TO SAY IT. (There is probably a neater way to phrase that, but FECK IT.) I have no time for false piety, vague moralism, and undue opprobrium. Mars, give me what you're ready to heap onto me... Now on to handle this cough of mine and get back to work. No more weepies!!!
So, you know, FECK IT. I decided today, I WILL SAY WHAT I WANT TO SAY WHENEVER I NEED TO SAY IT. (There is probably a neater way to phrase that, but FECK IT.) I have no time for false piety, vague moralism, and undue opprobrium. Mars, give me what you're ready to heap onto me... Now on to handle this cough of mine and get back to work. No more weepies!!!