Knight of Wands: You might find yourself freshening up your lipstick and unbuttoning your blouse for your fatal encounter with Colin Farrell today. You can't help but bathe in his sparkly Irish bad-boy aura. But trust Dish, the next morning, he'll be gone like the wind, leaving the faint smell of cigarettes, stale beer and man on your pillow. Sadly, if Colin returns a month from now, you might do the EXACT same thing. Such is the allure of the Knight of Wands.
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