Horoscopic

Okay, I did it. I ran after Miranda and told her I was sorry. I admitted that I'm kind of job-focused and don't really pay attention to those beneath me in the magazine hierarchy. And (this was really hard to admit) that I've always thought she was a bit of a plain jane.

I said that I understood if she was angry or didn't like me.

Know what she did?

She patted me on the head with this funny little smile and said that honesty was a rare gift and she admired me for coming out and admitting all this stuff! I'm not sure whether to be relieved or insulted!

Wow, so this is what it feels like to be talked down to. No wonder Miranda's so shy. Now I feel worse!

I'm definitely going to be nice to Miranda from now on. She's pretty much proven that she deserves my respect. And, on a shallower note, I'd hate for her to stop baking her delicious scones, muffins, coffee cake....mmmm. My poor waistline.

So, I guess the horoscope thing backfired. I mean, I tried to follow the Aquarius prediction and all it got me was awkwardness. I'm going to have to work to earn Miranda's friendship, which feels so odd....

...but at the same time, I feel good. Friendship should be something earned, not bought. So I guess I'm a little wiser now.

Thanks, horoscope....I think.