Back to the drawing board
Last year, for April Fool's, I lied by saying I'd found a girl that I wouldn't mind settling down with. I had a good laugh, and happily took in a few knowing grins from rightly disbelieving friends. I was smug in the knowledge that I was perfectly happy being single and available, and that while any girl could hurt me, none would ever again break me.
I wish I could bring myself to do something similar this year, throw out another veiled fuck you to anyone fool enough to have fallen, and believed they could find long term happiness in the long since scientifically deconstructed hormonal haze that idiot pop culture calls love... but I can't. Cue laugh track; the joke's on me.
I wish I could bring myself to do something similar this year, throw out another veiled fuck you to anyone fool enough to have fallen, and believed they could find long term happiness in the long since scientifically deconstructed hormonal haze that idiot pop culture calls love... but I can't. Cue laugh track; the joke's on me.