Somebody love me. This isn't even connected to Valentine's day. I'm just lonely and sick of relationship after relationship that crashes on take off. I'm so far past desperate that I'm at piece with my complete inability to make romance work for me. It's fucking zen. I am zen jaded. I could meditate on the multiplicity of ways that things just aren't going the way I would have liked. In fact, since I don't know anyone here, I could sit on a fucking mountain being asetic and freezing my self-denying ass off waiting for some poor young sonofabitch to come to me seeking my wisdom, and then I could impart on him my total and complete inability to be anything but alone!
NOTE: This isn't actually how I feel. I mean, I'm definately lonely, but oh well, you know? This is just how I choose to celebrate Valentine's day when I'm not poking holes in condoms and filling choclate bon-bons with laxatives.
NOTE: This isn't actually how I feel. I mean, I'm definately lonely, but oh well, you know? This is just how I choose to celebrate Valentine's day when I'm not poking holes in condoms and filling choclate bon-bons with laxatives.