It's All in the Stars

Shit's about to get weird here today. 

Real weird.

Actually, I almost tweeted this yesterday and then I realized that I'm really freaking insane and if I was going to put such a thing out there, it needed to be here and it needed to be explained in way more than 140 characters so that I have a slim chance at looking maybe, possibly, just slightly a little less insane. 

(Proof reading this post right now... nope, no way does this even attempt to make me look less insane. I'm never going to get a date again, basically.)

Here's the thing, blog. I have a little obsession with horoscopes, and by little I mean that I check my horoscope on multiple websites every single morning and pretty much relate much of my life to the stars. And I'm not talking about the kind that walk on a red carpet.

Oh, I'm a leo, by the way. Here's what the stars have to say about me:

Dead on, by the way. I'm by far the epitome of a leo, as far as characteristics and traits go.

Typically my daily horoscope is dead on as well, in addition to just about anything I've ever read and researched about my star sign.

I'm procrastinating from my confession, by the way. You know, the one I mentioned I wanted to tweet? Yeah, alright, here it goes...

A lot of my friends turn to Google when they meet a guy, to dig up the dirt on them and find any and all incriminating photos of their potential new love interest. Me? Well, I turn to the stars. Once I get that Facebook friend request, I instantly click that "about" tab and find the birthday of said guy, then I run my happy ass to my favorite horoscope pages and research all I can to decipher what I could possibly be getting myself into. 

Bat shit cray, I know. 

Hear me out though, I've done the star sign research on a couple of guys I've dated in the past and, basically, if I would have done said research before I put in the time with them I would have understood why they are the way they are much earlier in the game. Obviously it's not always accurate for everyone, I've had a few strange seeds in my past that don't really fit the bill on many characteristics, but I chalk that up to them just being strange seeds. 

So, yeah, basically you all can just go ahead and slap the crazy sticker on my back today. It's cool, I know I'm slightly a freak. Or really a freak. I think we all already knew that though. 

I should probably go now before I get too deep into this and make myself look even more nutty.

See ya on the flip side.

Spay and neuter your pets.

Go check your horoscope.