Horoscopic
I feel like such a goof. I almost dove headlong into a very stupid venture indeed. Making bets about horoscopes! I'm smarter than that. I'm a millennial woman whose idea of "daring" is reading two chapters of "Twilight" before getting bored.
Shirley has told me I don't have much of an imagination. Even if that's true, I'd rather have a nice editorial job at a magazine, a nice apartment, good relations with my parents, and a good man in my life. I have all those things but the man. And I'd rather devote myself to finding a man than debunking something I already KNOW is rubbish.
No astrology or mysticism for me. I'm going to try out this thing called "Craigslist" that my nephew told me about. It sounds like a good way to find guys who share my interests. What could go wrong?
Shirley has told me I don't have much of an imagination. Even if that's true, I'd rather have a nice editorial job at a magazine, a nice apartment, good relations with my parents, and a good man in my life. I have all those things but the man. And I'd rather devote myself to finding a man than debunking something I already KNOW is rubbish.
No astrology or mysticism for me. I'm going to try out this thing called "Craigslist" that my nephew told me about. It sounds like a good way to find guys who share my interests. What could go wrong?
