So quite honestly, I don't know how to highlight my cheekbones, even though the lovely ladies of my nearest MAC counter have shown me a bajillion times. What I do know is how hilarious my single life is to my 'attached' nearest and dearest, regardless of the inner anguish I'm left with every time I have a bad date. That and I'm okay with words 'n' shit. So after much persuasion (and by this I mean one Facebook comment from a high school friend who I haven't seen for nine years) I decided to address the atrocity which is the dating world and the social phenomena that seems to insist I spend my non-date evenings melting down pots of Haagen Daz, crying in to my piles of cats & watching movies in which the mouth-watering hottie plays a misunderstood good guy pining for the sketchy, non-conformist spinster-in-the-making, when in actuality, we all know he'd be much happier taking home the illiterate bar-maid for one night funsies.
Christ that was a long sentence.
HOWEVER, I won't lie. I am fond of all the same old crap any other 24 year old is: HBO dramas, food, Topshop, makeup, food, rotting my mind on Pinterest, spending all my money on shoes instead of moving out of my parent's house... Y'know.
So, bloggy people, enjoy the terrible dating stories, harmless self-deprecation and generic girly shit I get up to.
