"I don't know what I'm looking for," sings Brendan Benson in his bouncy pop song, "What I'm Looking For," "but I know that I just want to look some more." I suspect those words could come out of your mouth these days, Virgo. I worry that you've become so enamored with the endless quest that you've lost sight of what the object of the quest is. You almost seem to prefer the glamour of the restless runaround -- as painful as it sometimes is. That probably means you're at least somewhat out of touch with the evolution of your primal desires. Check back in with the raw, throbbing source, please.

the restless runaround 'it's a journey' stuff has zero appeal anymore. looking, waiting, wanting, trying, all of it utterly sick of it, boring boring boring near frantic motion from one chore to the next one outing to the next one meal to the next, and all the time the funniest jokes are always my own and if I weren't flirting w myself and cracking myself up, cz god knows everyone else is either too lame or too miserable wa wa to be even infintessimally interesing let alone surprising let alone delightful, then neither I nor anyone around me would gigglesnort whatsoever. I was more in synch w the world when I was dying. I'm sick of everything, you're boring my brain til it shits out my of my eyes in a deadpan fuckyou stare 24/7 and boring my heart til it rots away and leaves me empty like django's ballsack