I pity the fool that gets dumped by Saturn

So it's been awhile since I've been to a real therapist.  Or a psychic.  Or an astrologist.

Unless you count Mo.

Here are excerpts from three conversations I've had with Mo this morning.  The first, from a message board conversation involving lots of people, on the topic of "best friends", where she said:

I am extremely lucky. And I learned a long time ago that in friendships, you don't have expectations (we must see each other with X frequency) or keep score (I initiated contact the last 5 times, so now it's HER turn). If I want to talk to any of them, I call or email. If I want to see any of them, I propose specific plans, but always start out by saying "I miss you. I want to see you." Friendship doesn't survive with power trips or pride.

And I agreed with her using EVERY MOLECULE IN MY BODY.

Then later, via IM, when we talked about this terrible habit I have of trying to be her, adopting her habits, hobbies, and interests, inviting myself to join every plan she makes, and just generally stalking the hell out of her:

Mo:  i have my hands full with you trying to be me all the time, i just can't manage

Jane:  I would feel for you, but then I'd have to pity me, and that's one of those endless loops.

Mo:  and you know i hate self-pity

And then later again, when Mo pronounced me healed and shit.

Mo:  i think saturn is leaving you.  your saturn return is almost over

Jane:  EVERYONE LEAVES ME, MO.  EVEN SATURN.

Mo:  yeah, but saturn is an ASSHOLE.  you could do much better

Jane:  right?  he's going to REGRET THIS.

Mo:  FUCKER

Jane:  I was the best thing that ever happened to Saturn.

Mo:  and he will realize it, but too late.  by then, you will have moved on

Jane:  they are going to have to build an addition to The Clubhouse to house Saturn.

Mo:  oh, god

So in conclusion, all of you owe me half of a BFF necklace (I'll wear them all, I promise, even if I look like Mr. T), Mo pities the fool who pities herself, Saturn has gotten the hell out of Dodge (and GM too, technically) and my posse is funny as hell.  If you want to emulate us, try to be me.  I'm told that Mo has her hands full with one of her other stalkers.