Black Wednesday.

I am single.

I. Am. Single.

ohmygodi'mmotherfuckingsingle.

*sigh*

There's a dull ache every so often that bounces around the walls of my heart when I think of April. Leaving the newest home of the many I've had over the past three years makes me a bit gloomy, but it also makes for a very enthused and exciting adventure.

Being single rocks.

The calm that's currently residing in the depths of my soul (I've realised), has come from the fact that I do not need to make any decisions for another two months about the state of my life.

THAT, fucking rocks.

I simply have to go to school, do my job, clean the house, cook dinner, take care of a man and my two cats (whom are more like children). I finally, after five freakin' months of loosing my bloody mind over the most asinine garbage, have embraced the joys of being a selfcentered and carefree twenty-four-year-old and IT FUCKING ROCKS.

There are few things I've noted during this state of tempermental bliss.

ONE: If I ever choose to take on a man again in a long and everlasting relationship there will be a disclaimer before any type of engagement, mental, physical or emotional.
It will state: If the term "slob" can equate to any part of your personality, mannurisms or character, please just go away. It's best for both of us. I'm an anal retentive neat freak and I will reduce you to a shaking ball of hysterics if you don't keep my livingroom free of ick. It's not my fault, it's my mothers. I was raised in a bubble.

TWO: My food bill is going to drop dramatically. This excites me because it leaves more room for pineapple.

THREE: I don't have to look at horrid french provincial couches day in and day out. Nor do I have to sit on them and pretend that they're comfortable to make my boyfriend feel better about not being able to afford new ones. HA. SCREW YOU PROVINCIAL CRAP!

FOUR: I'm never going to fall into the toilet again.

I don't know why people fear being alone. I don't know why people dread valentines day. I don't know why anyone would be so upset over breaking up. If you do it well, everyone wins and you somehow, manage to find a part of you that had been forgotten about ages ago.

Hopefully this euphoria lasts through the night.