So...I stopped believing in Horrorscopes. After I returned to church I stopped reading my favorite go-to-for-the-future-man.

I used to swear by Walter I mean I would actually look under my bed to see if this sucker would be under it, because he was right on the spot, allthemuthaeffintime.

But after a while...after a long while...I stopped believing in Walter.

I mean, just look at him.
He's a Man-Gal in a Cape, who's motto is "peace and love".

So anyhoot, every year Walter does his 2008 predictions.

I plummeted under the temptation.
I couldn't stay away.
I peeked.

Ok. I didn't peek. I kind of surfed on through the column.

I'm gonna have a swell year, lots of companions, NO WEDDING.

I don't know if to be relieved or pissed.

What the hell does this Flying Gypsy know about MY RELATIONSHIP.

But then again, I HAVE NO RING.

NO PROPOSAL.

And to be completely honest,

HAVE NO RUSH TO SAY I DO.

So I'll give it to ya' Mr. Mercado.

Maybe you are right. Maybe there will be no wedding in 2008.

But then again a man in a cape can't have all his marbles in one place, now can he?