Juliet O'Hara only read horoscopes for fun. She liked to see what sort of goofy things the columnist would come up with, and she also liked to see just how far Lassiter's eyes could roll back into his head. She certainly didn't believe in the predictions. At all. She figured that very few real visions of the future would be so vague and ego-stroking. Horoscopes promised everything you wanted or warned of everything you feared, but they didn't bother giving you details. She might as well just talk to her mother.

Which is why she was so surprised when Lassiter's horoscope advised him to get more calcium. She glanced at his broken arm in amazement. But, really, calcium was good for everyone, right?

She read her own horoscope. Apparently, today her one true love would be wearing sneakers and an Apple Jacks t-shirt. That was the opposite of vague. In fact, it was strangely specific. But how could this apply to everyone with the same sign as she had? Surely if that were true it would mean she would run into a whole slew of people that day wearing product placement t-shirts and comfortable shoes, most if not all of whom would be meant for someone other than her.

Horoscopes were just for fun, anyway. Sure, the chief might want to talk to Lassiter alone because he might really be up for a promotion. But walking backwards through doorways?

Juliet told herself to get a grip and focus on the day ahead. Her life was not determined by some new age astrologist…especially not one who sold out enough to do blanket daily readings for a newspaper. She would not cede control of her destiny to that sort of person. She would not keep looking for green t-shirts.

By the time she and Lassiter ran into Gus and Shawn at the fast food place, she had managed to forget all about the newspaper column. Then she saw Shawn's shirt. Bright green with the Apple Jacks logo. She glanced down at his feet for good measure, not that she could imagine he'd wear anything but sneakers on a regular basis, anyway. Sneakers they were.

"Did you buy that shirt today?" she asked, although that wasn't exactly the first question that popped into her mind. She could just see him reading the paper and rushing to the store to be sure he dressed the part. Not that that wouldn't have been kind of sweet…. Sweet in sort of a stalker-y way... (Juliet reminded herself to get a grip.) Not sweet. Creepy.

He claimed to have had the shirt for years, and Gus backed him up. Which didn't change anything. Because Juliet didn't believe in horoscopes. At all. And if there was one other thing she didn't believe in, it was the idea of Shawn Spencer being…well…the Apple Jacks shirt guy.

Tomorrow she would skip the horoscopes and do the sudoku puzzle instead.