and other cringy sentiments
Maybe it's my '35 years and single' state coming forward, but mygod, I hate mushy, slobbery sentiments like the song title noted above. Or maybe it's just Barry Manilow reasserting his position for the ' #1useless-wtf-mind-music-from-nowhere-hitmaker'.
Either way, I think I've hit that cynical stage again, that generally happens twice a year, right around Hallmark Day and Freshman First Love week. People just make me sick with their PDAs in downtown Peterborough, lately.
However, I'm flat out of crush-worthy material now that I've transferred to nights, and I suppose I'm too bloody tired to even consider the idea of stirring up interest in anybody. My last crush, while not gone from my life, is unfortunately, way out of my league. He's too nice, too responsible and too young. Blah. I'm beginning to think that S is right though, I am a bloody cougar! Hehehe.
I've had no sleep, and I start work in 2 1/2 hrs. Can't wait for that shift to begin.
And, seriously, this is the best I can come up with, today. " What's the use? " I know....