Did you ever have one of those days when you know...it's sort of a nothing day...and then it gets worse and worse the more you think about things? See, nothing physical actually makes  it worse...it's you that makes it worse. I mean you could go about your day doing normal things...and all you'd have to do is let your thoughts run away with you, and you could feel like something is unmercifully taking a gigantic crap on your head while you fry your mobile phone in your frying pan for breakfast and then realise you'll go hungry as well as having to buy a new frying pan. And most probably a new phone.

 

It's very hard to be optimistic when you feel a bit lonely isn't it. I'm feeling a ranty I-hate-Valentine's-day blog coming in time for that godforsaken day...celebrate everyone! Blow on your annoying party favours that make that irritating 'PZZZZZTTT!!!!' sound...And for God's sake, Ryan Cabrera, SHUT UP. Well...let me be nicer...I don't like your song 'On the Way Down'. Because it's crap. I like your other songs though. And you're lucky that I'm saying such nice things...because in case you're comatose, I'm feeling quite nasty. Snarl. If I was a werewolf or something I'd possibly have venemous Oh-my-God-I'm -going-to-get-gangrene spittle spraying from my mouth in rage. And then after you've gone and pissed off (or I ate you) I'd go off and lick my wounds. No, I'm just kidding, I wouldn't eat you. But anyway, I'd go and lick my wounds. And I'd get up again. And go hunting or something. Because I am not pathetic.

 

I won't submit. I won't. STEEL YOURSELF. Speaking of steel, you could use a new hockey stick.

 

Number 5 just cries a river a minute.  My favourite number is 5.

 

Oh, while we're all feeling bitchy, feel free to leave something that really annoys the shit out of you. For me, I don't like unnecessary boring 'reply alls'.