Few people know this about me, but I am an avowed horoscope addict. I'm the most irreligious person you'll ever meet -- well, maybe not the <em>most</em>, but I'm certainly quite strong in my faith about no greater power, no big guy in the sky, no prayers. I turn my nose up at "cleanses" and anything that smacks of what I call "hocus pocus mumbo jumbo." I tell you all this so you better understand where I'm coming from with respect to horoscopes.
The golden age of internet porn might be behind a dark cloud for the moment, but fear not, people with healthy sexual drives! There were horny people before you, and there will likely be horny people after you, and in all this, there are some things you can do to, well, scratch that itch. Here is some great bedside literature for your pleasure.
My life is so catty, I'm sure my friends roll their eyes when they see yet another cat photo on Instagram, when I meet them in person and they ask what's up, I have to bite my tongue to keep from giving them cat updates. I just want to share how Olga has learned to open doors by herself! And Bruno is growing so fat, is that normal?
Reader, I love <em>Love Actually</em>. It's the time of the year when everyone loves to hate on this--no, let me say it--<em>absolutely perfect </em>piece of romantic dramedy, especially since it had an anniversary recently too. I read all the take downs as well, and laughed a little, but in the end, it's my favourite movie of all time.