I'm a proud Leo on the Virgo cusp. Well, that may have been the gayest sentence I've ever written, but here is what my personalised horoscope from brisbanetimes.com.au has to say today;
"Leo - If you feel resourceful, confident and willing to take a chance then this could prove to be a very good day for you. It doesn't have to anything major because even a small win is always appreciated. Whatever domestic task you have to do, you'll be more than willing to get it done. But tonight is for having a bi fun and forgetting about worries."
Are they fucking serious? I have got to go out and find a willing vadge/peen combination for this evenings festivities? I know I'm still not over Greg, but I'm not changing team just because the stars tell me to.
I seriously don't think I can go back to women (even if there is a doodle in the room to play with). Boobs scare me, and the last time I pashed a chick it was really, really uninspiring. Don't get me started on the last time I actually slept with a woman. It's taken many, many, many litres of sambucca to try and erase that experience from my memory.
Oh well. I'm too fat for the gays this week, maybe some desperate fag hag at the beat will oblige me in a drunken pash tonight.