Being single is like a double edged sword. A lot of days I like it, and others I begin to wonder exactly how I managed to be single most of my life. It gives me a complex and makes me think there must be something wrong with me. Yeah, I know I'm picky. I did have one girlfriend; it lasted about a week and a half. I was more chipper during that time period.
In my typical scatterbrained frame of mind, this blog really has no point. I do that a lot. I'll invest time into writing something and discover afterwards that it makes no sense, goes off on tangents and has no fucking point at all. I think this blog definitely falls into that catagory. My mind must be restless.
