I Hate Being Single

Okay, not all the time. Sometimes it's great. Like when you're at the bar with hot Tibetans hitting on you. That's not so bad. But it's not exactly great either because unless you want to go home with said hot Tibetans (who happen to also be man-whores I'm pretty sure) it doesn't really get you any lasting joy. Of course going home with them might not bring much lasting joy either now that I think about it. More like fleeting joy. I'm going to stop right there. Maybe I just hate being single today. I don't know. I can't make up my mind. Big surprise there. I like being alone an awful lot but sometimes I really miss having a guy around to make with the snuggling and the hair petting when I've had a bad day. Or even just when I'm feeling all sad and worn around the edges. You know what I mean? Sometimes it's hard just to keep your head above water and a good snuggle (and a non-fat chai latte from Starbucks - I have very specific needs okay?!) can go a helluva long way toward fixing whatever it is that's dragging you down. Now don't get me wrong, I have my Lilo and that's all good. She's a stellar snuggler. But it's just not the same. So yes, today I hate being single. With a fiery vengeance.

Whatever. That's why god invented girly movies and big poofy blankets. To distract and give the illusion of snuggles simultaneously. I'm a big fan. And my apartment is really cold right now so it's practical as well.

Did I mention that my birthday is in 8 days now? Because it is. I envision spending the evening with my blanket boyfriend and a cake. Preferably chocolate. Wait, fuck spending the evening, I have that day off! I'm spending the whole damn day! It's an exciting and glamourous life I lead. With the fast pace and the whatnot. :-)