Happy Valentines Day! What a load of commercial, saccharine shit. I absolutely despise the fact that we feel need to designate some day of the year to celebrate the fact we've found love and can express it in a tacky card or by making ourselves fat gorging on sickly, cheap heart-shaped hearts. I'm probably just bitter because I'm single and there is very little chance of me getting laid tonight. So tonight, I've decided to go on an anti-date with The Real Deal (my best friend from uni. Seriously, never had anyone like her before - an honest friendship) and we're going to get drunk on sake and eat deep friend noodles and not give a fuck. Then I'll go home and attempt to write an essay and then sleep and then tomorrow - I won't have any need to feel inadequate being alone...

End of rant.