Nymphos can't get love

And i am the last of a dying breed.. a prude to boot. I want to die happily in the threos of passion with my man (manless right now)... murphy said it was too much to ask, and i should seek a profession in nevada... i declined. What real man wouldnt want a petite blonde nympho all the time???? Murphy its all your fault! *bangs head on wall* (by the way this is my whiney blog entry... beware)

So Murphy has decided that i work the 13th and 14th. No big deal, i'm too freaky to have a real live model fiancee...again.. actually i like to think i was just too smart and quirky (read really wierd here..and an idiot savant) for him. whatever. I wanted a big screen and wanted him to paint his chevelle...not the ring.... He wanted...girls that didnt want that. Murphy stepped in there...and bonked him on the head. In a round about way, Murphy got me again. so Third year without a bf/

So tonight and the next night i will endeavor to stay away from the mulititude of males rushing in to the ER...because they are para-suicidal....and i am a mean woman. Maybe its because guys older than my grandpa and younger than my little sister insist on hitting on me while they are strapped to the bed....or they hit on me and are then strapped to the bed. maybe that was what they wanted...bondage for v day/ they got it. heck im happy with a 22 inch corset. but i digress...

If the demon animals let me sleep after work, i will dig out some good ole anime and some horror and sci fi stuff and munch on some home made cookies... in my lightstick green room... and buy some potato goodness that wont get stuck in a vending machine. and daydream... about big screens, big beds and.... nevermind.... maybe ill just go into work early and laugh...