Bloody hell, I have nothing today. Absolutely nothing. Half an hour to midnight, and … nothing.
Yup.
Once again, that’s what I get for staying in bed all day.
Bloody hell, I have nothing today. Absolutely nothing. Half an hour to midnight, and … nothing.
Yup.
Once again, that’s what I get for staying in bed all day.
This month marks my four-year divorce anniversary. Although I’ve dated from time to time in the interim, for the most part since then I’ve been a single man. I can’t imagine why.
Being such a catch and all.
For most of that time I’ve maintained profiles on several dating sites, notably OkCupid and POF. I’m not entirely sure why, though. The results have been, shall we say, less than impressive.
Saturday evening, 10 pm. Due to a bad bipolar day I’ve done exactly jack shit today. As of this writing I’m eating my first meal of the day: chicken nuggets with ranch.
In other words, I have …
“Stupid! You so stupid!”
As I suggested last weekend, I’m seriously considering making SB a strictly Monday through Friday venture. Today, well … today I gave myself a swift kick in the ass in that direction. Another craptacular post like this will seal the deal.
I’m just about to this level of futility myself
Image credit: The Trentonian
Perhaps it’s time to watch Weird Al Yankovic’s masterpiece UHF again. I just need to forget Victoria Jackson is in it.