Be brave; be an adult

Today's horriblescope is brought to you by Liquid Courage. The fine makers of tequila, vodka, bourbon and on extra special occasions, Dom Perignon.

They say (who are they anyway?) "actions speak louder than words." Another good one is "silence is golden." But I do suspect there are those times when a person just needs to allow some transparency. The assumption that one's mind can be read has long been the cause of broken relationships or missed opportunity.

Leo (7/23-8/22)

Try saying what you feel instead of hoping someone close to you will read your mind. Not only will it save lots and lots of confusion, but you'll feel brave and adult for actually facing this situation head-on rather than trying to pretend it's not there. The other party may not respond in the way you would hope, but you'll have the satisfaction of knowing you did everything you could in the most honorable way possible.
What I'm not afraid to say is that today is the last day for BOOBIETHON -- go pony up your donations and check out the tatas! The rest of the month remains a tribute to Breast Cancer Awareness, but don't let your dedication to finding a cure stop when you don a freakish Halloween costume. Keep up the fight all year long!

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