I don’t blog my love life, because nobody wants to read about it, least of all me. Still, just to get this out of the way and out of my system–

I’m depressed, men suck, I’m gettin’ real tired of getting led on–I mean, once, fine, but three, four times? Consecutively? This is getting stupid–and I really don’t deserve this kinda crap. I’m really not asking for deathless love and commitment, just somebody interested enough to say “Hey! Let’s hang out and see what happens!”

Shit, at this point I’d probably settle for a pity fuck and a bottle of whiskey.

There, that pretty much sums it up without a few paragraphs worth of wallowing in self-pity.


In better news, I’m going in Saturday to meet potential cats.

And I think I’ll go back to bed now.

(Come to think of it, I can buy my own whiskey…)

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