I can't be arsed...

I can't be arsed with a lot of things right now, number one is writing a title for these shitty posts. Number two is being single with cats (in all seriousness, if anyone wants two cats, email me. I'm pissed off no end with the sight of the two wee fuckers). Number three is the pitying looks I got last night.

I was at a wedding of a colleague last night, we were all sitting around in our finery and the only blokes who showed any interest were either pissed as farts, country bumpkins, old men who were hiding from their wives or the ones with really awful hair. It really was enough to go on a wrist slitting frenzy. To make matters worse, my boss and my sister spent far too long telling me that I as never going to meet someone in a bar and that they'd hate to be in my situation. Well I don't like it much either. It's hardly what i'd call fun, hence the blog. I might take the piss out of the whole thing, but as much as this may make me sound like a desperado I am actively trying not to be a single loser for all eternity. So thanks for your words of wisdom but they are anything but helpful. Maybe in 10 years it will be a right laugh to look back at this blog and think how hilarious it was.