Bored, so, I felt like blogging

Yeah, I feel I should blog more regulary, I thought I blogged loads last year, but it turns out, I didn't actually.

So yeah, keep y'all up to date, I am single again, but I shant air my laundry in public over the internet for anyone to read, so if you want to know more, then feel free to ask and I shall explain. I'm not too happy about being single, as would anybody who spends nearly two years of their life being single, finally finds someone, and it doesn't even last a full 7 days, 6 days is all it lasted, and thus meaning, Valentines Day will be horrible, just like last year, and the year before last, and the year before, and the year before that I probably didn't give two shits.

In all honesty I probably still shouldn't give two shits because it's not even a proper holiday, it's what I would call a Hallmarks Cards holiday, an excuse for florists to increase the price of red roses from £1 a rose to £2.50 a rose, for shops to get loads of boxes of chocolates in that fell off the back of a lorry and flog them at "2 boxes for £5" ... WHY? You buy your girlfriend two boxes of chocolates and insinuate she is a fatty hefferlump and will scoff a box whilst you nip to the loo or something?

OR

Are you buying two boxes because you are a filthy man whore with two girls on the go, there is no need to buy two boxes of chocolates for valentines day, I just don't get it. Maybe it's because I am old and grumpy or something. In fact, the more I think about Valentines Day the more infuriated I become, already all the shops are full of little white teddy bears with red paws and holding little hearts which say "I Wub You" and soppy crap like that.

Thing is, if I had someone I would probably fall for it, which is not only sad, but infuriating as, it would cost me money, and the thought of me spending money on a hallmarks cards holiday is pissing me off SO much I have forgotten that when I first came on here, I HAD NOTHING TO RANT ABOUT AND NOW I AM AT THIS POINT I AM FURIOUS AND READY TO STOMP ROUND THE CORNER TO THE LOCAL CARD SHOP AND SHOUT

"OI, YOU, NO!!!"

But I am going to calm down, this is doing my blood pressure no good, and I want to live past 27 ya see.

No, I can't do it, I am now going to hold Claire single handedly responsible for making me pissed off about Valentines Day, if I was still with her, I would have hap-hazzardly gone and burnt money on a cutsey teddy bear and a card and other such tat that was made in a sweat shop in Taiiwan, and not cared because I would felt all cutesy and in love, but no! I am single, I think about being alone on Valentines Day, it gets me down because I don't want to be alone on the international day of lurve, but this makes me angry, because I hate Valentines Day anyway, because of how phoney it is, and the fact it is just making money for business men in suits in high rise offices in London, and then I start thinking that I was going to go waste money on that shit and it's a vicious circle that doesn't seem to end, and my head is killing and I am typing a bazillion words a second coz i am THAT pissed off.

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