Ok, maybe I won't repurpose this blog into a snarky hip commentary on the life of a single woman. Maybe I'll just wail about my lot instead.
There is something deeply fucked up about the fact that the single guys are merely 'alright', but he married ones get me all hot and bothered. Especially after I promised myself I wouldn't.
Repeat after me: It's not worth it. It's not worth it. It's not worth it.
Feck.
