I'm gonna be mad on every platform tonight cause thats how I feel about it. I'm hitting one of those downward slopes and I know it and yeah wingeing doesn't change anything but neither does anything else. %90 of the time I'm so happy to be a single independent lady trying to carve her way out in the world, buying nerd toys, hanging with friends whenever I please, doing whatever the fuck I want and not having to answer to anybody but myself but occasionally. Just occasionally I get low about being single. It's probably happened only like 3 times this year but it's a bloody bitch when it does happen. So here comes the bitching.
I need to move to America because none of the Aussie boys want me and/ or the ones I like are taken or gay (surprisingly frequently gay because they're funny and smart and cheeky and fun and intelligent and FML where are the straight boys like this oh wait they're taken). Maybe I could bring an American boy back with me. Would he get the Melbourne life? Would he want the Melbourne life? Melbourne is a cruel mistress. I love everything about her except for the lack of eligible men who could be interested in me and not taken/gay/a douchebag AND the pretentiousness. Not a fan of the pretentiousness Melbourne (the kooky thing is I'm a bit pretentious too and i know it BECAUSE THATS WHAT MELBOURNITES ARE) but I mean we also know how to have fun and not take ourselves seriously which is a bit of a mixed bag but whatever the fuck.
At least I've got my cat. Now I only need like 3-5 more and I can officially give up on life.