Oh the heck with you.

Fairytales are such evil little stories for young children. Every time I'm in a mess I expect a long-haired posh-speaking man riding a solid-hoofed herbivorous quadruped (ok fine fine, "a horse" in layman's term) to come trotting into my life. Then I realize I don't want a long-haired posh speaking man trotting into my life because he's the one who puts me in the bloody mess of falling in love in the first place and then hurting me like shit thereafter.

I thought there's going to be a "starting over", I'm pretty much sure that's what's said. Now I'm thinking I must be on crack that night or in some kind of booze to believe that's even possible. I mean SERIOUSLY! Who are we kidding?

At the beginning of this year I told myself that this would probably be the year I find LOVE again coz it has been damn too long since I last had my own "drama" in love/relationships department. But you know what, I'm rethinking about that again, maybe it's not a good idea this year. Yeah, can't you hear, I'm in my "running away" tone again. I'm thinking more along the lines of having a "MAN FAST" - yeah you heard me, fasting. Not only because we're going into the Lenten Season but because I got that idea from one of my fave hit tv show series, "Brothers & Sisters" on ABC. And I think it's a fabulous idea! *being sarcastic*

Am I nuts or what? hehe. I'm just annoyed really... SERIOUSLY!