Fuck online dating. I'm completely exhausted by feeling like we all have to examine each other like products on Amazon, and by having dates that feel like job interviews. (Even the good ones.)
Either I'll meet someone in the real world, or I'll die single and childless, cold and alone. I know which I'd bet on right now, but hopefully that will pass soon.
In the meantime, I'm going to curl up in a corner and sniffle drunkenly until this week is over.
Pardon me, but could I wear your parlor decor?
3 weeks ago