Alright guys, buckle up. So this morning, my usual scroll through feeds landed me on that “Daily Horoscope April 23 2025 Taurus” thing. Normally, I kinda skim these, but the “Lucky Signs Today!” bit hooked me. Mine said black clothes, lucky number 7, basil smell, and something about unexpected cash. Figured, why not? Let’s test-drive this cosmic to-do list for my fellow Bulls.
The Morning Grind & Getting Set Up
First things first, poured myself a giant mug of black coffee – hey, it’s dark, counts as black, right? Needed fuel for this experiment. Grabbed my usual worn notebook and a red pen. Don’t ask why red, it was just there. Read that horoscope again. Okay, step one: wear black. Easy enough? Nope.
Ransacked my closet. Found a pair of faded black jeans, good. Black t-shirt? Check. Then disaster struck – realized my only decent black hoodie was buried under laundry mountain. Ended up pulling out this ancient, slightly too-small band tee that’s mostly black. Good enough. Felt kinda ridiculous, like I was dressing for a goth phase I never had.
Lucky number 7. Cool. Wrote “7” big and ugly on the back of my hand with that red pen. Looked like toddler graffiti. Perfect.
Weird Stuff & The Basil Hunt
The horoscope mentioned basil smell bringing good vibes. Didn’t have any fresh basil sitting around smelling lovely. Time to improvise. Remembered I had that tube of basil paste stuff shoved in the back of the fridge. Whipped it out. Sniffed it. Smelled… herby? Kinda fridge-y too. Splodged a tiny bit on my wrist. Instant questionable eau de cuisine.
Went about my usual boring morning crap. Made calls, answered emails. Kept glancing at my hoodie-sleeve pulled over the “7” on my hand. Felt the basil paste drying on my skin. Definitely strange. Around 11 AM, dragged my slightly fragrant self to the store. Needed groceries anyway.
Picked up seven items. Exactly seven. Why? Who knows. Seven apples? Nope. Seven eggs? Nah. Ended up with one loaf of bread, one milk, one coffee, one cheese block, one pack of ham, one bag of pretzels, and… one potted basil plant! Saw it by the checkout. The universe, or the store manager, was screaming. Spent $3.99 on a tiny basil plant to fulfil a horoscope. Felt dumb and triumphant.
The “Unexpected Cash” Surprise (Sorta)
Afternoon slogged. Wore black. Smelled vaguely of basil and fridge. The magic seven burning on my skin. Nothing special. Was ready to chalk this whole thing up to being a sucker.
Then, around 4 PM, checking my phone? Saw a notification from Venmo. Mike finally paid me back that $27 he owed me from like three weeks ago! $27. That’s divisible by… wait for it… my lucky number 7! ($27 ÷ 7? Okay, technically not whole, but $7 3.857? Let’s call it close enough!) Definitely unexpected today. Did a little fist pump. Cha-ching.
Wrapping Up (The Smelly Part)
The horoscope also mentioned something about water. Figured a bath might be a stretch, but then remembered I had some rock salt bath stuff someone gave me ages ago. Threw a handful into my shower floor. Mistake. Stepping on wet, gritty salt rocks is NOT relaxing. More like painful foot acupuncture. Finished my shower smelling like basil, salt, and my usual soap. An… interesting bouquet.
So Did It Work?
Honestly? Dunno. Felt like I spent the day following a bizarre scavenger hunt designed by a tipsy oracle.
The black clothes didn’t bring fame or fortune.
Sniffing basil paste is questionable.
Carrying seven items was just awkward.
But hey, unexpected $27 landing in my lap? I’ll take it. Did the lucky signs cause it? Probably not. Mike was just finally clearing his tabs. But did experiencing those weird little actions make spotting that $27 feel like a minor win? Heck yeah. Planted that little basil dude on my windowsill. Smells better than the paste.
Final score: One repaid debt, one scuffed band tee, one hand tattoo of “7” that won’t wash off easily, and a questionable smelling wrist. Taurus life, baby. Take the wins where you find ’em. Here’s hoping tomorrow’s horoscope suggests smelling money directly.
