I'm starting to wonder if it's me. If the issues with my personality are the thing's that are about as easy to love as hugging a star fruit is. Perhaps I'm jinxed and I'm plagued by some curse or other that keeps the men I want out of my life and the one's I don't in it. That or my dazzlingly dull personality is to blame. Either way I'm lonely and already possess the quota of cats that one needs to be classified as a spinster cat lady. I only have them anbd my fabulous shoe collection for company.
Will write more if anything non-doom and gloomy happens.
Signed yours faithfully
Spinster cat lady with the prettiest shoes.