poseidon

So, Valentines Day, my most hated of days.

I've been single for three Valentines Days, it's depressing as fuck. It's not through lack or trying mind you, I've tried to ask people out for years but nooooo, I'm apparently not suitable boyfriend material, I rate as "frind" or "bloke to drink with", swear to fuck, I've been out drinking with women more since I left my wife than when I was a fucking teenager.

Still, I am glad that no one's given me the whole "Yeah, you're a great guy" speech, you know, the one where you get told how you'll make a great boyfriend for someone? I reckon my response would involve screaming back "Then why the fuck won't you go out with me, you hypocritical fuck?", which obviously is not conduative to a pleasant evening.

I reckon I'll spend tomorrow doing precisely fuck all, just like last year and the year before. I may then spend Saturday drinking myself into a coma in a shitty nightclub to make up for it.

Fuck happy couples, fuck them right in the throat so they gag on it.

I hate me some Valentines.