I'm a Scorpio, what else? Uh, yeah, I will totally wreck your shit, in a good way, and proceed to just wreck your shit. My last boyfriend, I used his keyboard like a paper plane out the front door. The next day I turned my front entryway into a heart, painted it red with blue veins running through so he'd know he'd walked right back into my heart. Unfortunately, we're broke up now. He should be getting the Christmas card I sent any day now, I painted the inside with non-drying black ink so when he opens it he'll get as black as the void he left. So, sigh, now I need a replacement. How am I supposed to know if he misses me if I don't make him jealous to the point of rage. I need a man. I also need some twist ties, a bunch of rope, a knife, some ether and a tarp.