Right. No. Seriously. Quite cross. Honest. Grr.

I was feeling fine until I had a cup of tea. Now I'm on the wrong end of alcohol.
I went for a walk with Scamp alone, ended up falling on my knee and called my folks to come pick me up. I felt immediately guilty for calling so late, and while on the phone dragged myself off the frosty pavement and limped home, all the while apologising to my poor bleary-eyed mum on the other end of the line. But I got in, took off my jeans, wrapped a hot wet towel round my knee and smiled away the pain.
I burnt my lip on a cigarette. Still, I smiled it off.
And so on and so on, through the evening/ morning.
Until now.
I made the mistake of going on a joyride through you tube as so many of my friends do.
I came across so many things, amusing or thought-provoking, or just plain retarded. And all of them were inundated with comments by cretinous tossers with little more than a millionth of a braincell to chuck between them.
The more I looked the more chauvinistic WANKERS I found. The more retarded comments I read. The more mental energy was wasted on their moronic drivelling.
I was on the market for 2 weeks. I'm back to being celibate now.
Every time I have a rest from the company of men I think "hey, they're not so bad." Then I dip myself in their claggy stinnking waters and am fast reminded why I am a no-go area.
No more men. No more listening to their shite.
And no more tarty women either.
If you go to clubs, txtspeek, get your tits out, talk about your knob 80% of the time, have a fake tan, think women should live in the kitchen, forsake a holiday to Peru for Ibiza, or have bleached hair, please... please... I beg you... for the good of the species... drown yourself.