Yep, time to feel sorry for ones self again. Just me and the pooch at home again no chocolates or flowers too-ing or fro-ing between persons of an opposite persuasonage.
Being a human hater has a decidely shitty side when certain calendic events take place, you know the ones; birthdays, christmases, saturday nights, or basically any day with an 'A' in it is a bit of a bummer when you want to do that romantic lovey dovey horizontal hopontopofus kinder thing.
A rod for my own back is what I'm hearing from those reasonably close to me, not close enough to do the hot and squishy of course and its not actually a rod i'd be wanting I'll tell ya, I'd be after a Rodette just to get things straight (when I can't actually get things straight if ya following)
Think I might still buy some flowers and chockies anyway, never know your luck, stranger things have happened and whats the worst that could happen? flowers wilt and the dog eats the choc's and I fall asleep in front of the nonsence box.
Just another days to cross off the calender anyway.
Buy Humans.
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