Crappy New Year!

New Years suck.
It is nothing but an excuse. For all those card making companies to rake in money in the name of "holiday cheer" and for mushy-head over heels-in love couples to show to the not-so-head over heels-in love people how 'head over heels' they really are.

I mean,seriously! December is like this month with no place for single women. Along with your mittens,what comes out is your knack for PDA. Holding hands in Book fairs, snuggling in Park benches,gazing into each others eyes as the string lights shine on.

Do i really need to wake up on New Years,open my newspapers and see a huge front page layout of a madly-in-love-so-we-get-to-slobber-over-each-other picture of a couple?
No!
What i really need is a good strong cup of coffee to get over the saccharine sweetness around. And maybe a cat. And to forget about the extra pounds I've gained from last night's binge eating. But let's not get into that. :|

Anyway,this year,a couple of equally miserable friends of mine and i decided to boycott all things New Yearsy. And boy! did we have some fun. :D

We went on a hogging session. And ended with some good old bitching. Turns out,I'm not the only psycho old maid with a hatred for all things that come in pairs. If you're a single gal,you'd know how well that works. And if you're not - then you're missing out! :P

Anyway,i won't let my bitter denial of the utilities of the festive season bring you down (by 'you',i mean all my non existent readers). May you revel in the glory of confetti and cards. May you spend many such New Years with your 'the one'. May all the sweetness give you Diabetes.


Here's to another Crappy New Year!