I think I’m coming down with a Life. Add to this an attack of the hormones, a migrane and constantly being on the verge of an anxiety attack [according to himself], I feel worse than if I just had an infection.
I expect I look exactly how I feel, except I can’t bring myself to look in a mirror.
Gods, how’d I get in such a mess in two days?

Maybe it has something to do with Kat leaving and an attack of ‘wanting to get over myself and do something with my miserable excuse for a life’. I really am a screwed mess of a person, arn’t I?

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I saw this and it got me thinking of the version of the Pill I take, Marvelon. I’ve often thought that it sounds like a superhero [Marvel comics]. I wonder if it’d be a she-superhero, and she’d save the world from unwanted pregnacies?

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I rock.

I really, truly do.

And I don’t say it nearly enough.

It makes me feel good to admit it aloud to myself occasionaly. And to those of you how would say I’m simply inflating my ego, well, screw you. I rock so hard, and there is jack-all you can do.

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Oh good god. It’s nearing that time of year again. Yes, the UKs General Election. How do I know? I got some ‘Vote Conservative’ crap in the mail this morning. I hate politics. Hate hate hate! This now means I have to spend fucking hours trawling party websites wondering which is the least harmful to vote for.

I mean, let’s face it, they’re all a bunch of assholes who don’t give a shit about The People. But I hold on to the distant hope that one of them will at least be slightly better than the others. And if I can’t find anything I like in the main parties, then I’ve always got the Official Monster Raving Loony Party to fall back on [they propose to introduce a 99p coin. Wouldn't that be fantasic?]

Oh, and if you’re not registered to vote, go to AboutMyVote.co.uk, because ‘If you don’t do politics, then there’s not much you do do’

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So while we were eating strawberries, he said:
‘You know, I was going to get you 3 1/4 roses. Well, I suppos I’d have to round it up to 4.’
‘Why?
‘A rose for every year we’ve been together. Though I suppose I could get you billion roses.’
*confused look from Dru*
‘It’s how many seconds have passed since we started going out, according to the Unix Epoch. Though a billion roses might be a bit difficult. Maybe I could buy a rose for every prime factor in a billion. Ah! Even better, I could write a programe to work it out for me!’

How goshdarn sweet is that?

It’s also a good thing he didn’t know about this: Valentine’s on the Cheap

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