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Your Horoscopes — Week Of November 4, 2014

The attention will be nice and all, but until Thursday you’ll have no idea there is a world record for Amount of Crap Put Up with in a Lifetime.


Sometimes words are simply not enough to express how someone is feeling, which is why people keep insisting on defecating on your doorstep.

Your quest to become the World’s Greatest Lover will be derailed as you continue only meeting people who think you’d be a really great parent.

Your old solution isn’t going to work on your new problem. Try drinking twice as much of it.

You’ve often said you’d like a word with whoever is responsible for all the bullshit, leaving you conflicted when you’re promoted to manager of all the bullshit.

It will be nothing short of inspiring to see how quickly the community mobilizes once your profile goes up on the dating sites.

You’ll narrowly avoid an unlikely set of circumstances that almost sees you married to a horse, but you’ll still be joined in matrimony to the two guys who were in the horse suit.

Although you’ll admit you enjoy the new Doctor Who, you resent being referred to as “the kind of person who likes the new Doctor Who.”

Your inability to be spontaneous is well known, which will leave people struggling to put a name to what happens when you combust without warning next Wednesday.

This is an excellent time for romance in the workplace, leaving you wishing you hadn’t signed that pesky form saying you wouldn’t have any.

You’ll experience a sense of bone-deep certainty that you have not lived in vain now that “lying down on top of things” has actually become a fad.

You’ll build a better mousetrap, all right, but your mousetrap will be so terrifyingly good that people will avoid beating a path to your door for the sake of their own mortal souls.