So my mom wakes me up yesterday morning at 9 am to tell me that she saw some famous fortune teller about our family.

He told her that I needed to stay single for the next 2-3 years, or I’ll experience tremendous pain. By 40, I should be good to go on matters of love and career.

Guess that means you’re stuck with my rantings for at least two more years…maybe 4. Lucky you.