but seriously, I turn 30 in October. I DID all the "you can't love someone else unless you love yourself" work. I made it. I love myself. I am my own source of happiness and contentment. Hooray! But now, I'd like to share that with someone else. I worked hard for this maturity and self-reliance. And not that it matters all that much but I got a nice ass and perky tits (gotta be just as good of a person on the inside as the outside) ((look at me, balancing like a true Libra...)) I excused myself from pointless relationships until I KNEW I was ready.
Well universe, I am ready.
Are you hiding in the corner of a bar? Sitting at home making a birdhouse? Are you right in front of me?
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WHERE HAVE ALL THE LEZZIES GOOOOOOOOONE ? (sung to the tune of 'Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?')