Where are the men? No, seriously - I'm actually asking you. What happened to the decent respectable men that used to once inhabit this planet? Did they finally realize they were too good for us and so they blasted off to live on the moon? I mean COME ON - out of the billions of men on this planet, I can't find one freaking guy to call my own? What the hell??

My sudden rage of course stems from my annual Anti-Valentine mantra. This year it's going to be exceptionally crappy as the one person I thought I would be spending it with is globe trotting. (men have the worst timings - period). So it looks like I will be spending another V-Day at home doing yet another voodoo curse on my various ex-boyfriends. Mine you, it is scarily satisfying to see their photographs reduced to a pile of ash and melted plastic - I'd recommend this therapy to anyone. V-Day really is *so* over rated. I mean think about it - you've got a short fat man flying around with sharp arrows. I'm telling you, it's all fun and games until someone gets stabbed in the eye.

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