I’ve officially renamed February as not the leap month, or the love month, or the fornication month, or whatever the hell you people in society call it. I’m naming it based on it’s sex-mongering, and rejection. It’s been a long three weeks already, and PMS is starting to set it, but not before a plethora of rejections, abandonments, and just plain masculine ineptitude.

I’ve got four more days to fit in some more rejections, and or abandonments. Lets see how many more I can get in there? At present time we are riding on roughly 20. That’s once per day.

What does this make me think? I’m pathetic. U-(