Ok, so here's how this whole blog thing works... I write stuff I don't really mean to amuse people I don't really know. The contents are loosely based on actual events. Only problem is... Some readers of said blog may be people I, in actuality, know. Because I am a nice (and I can't emphasize this enough, normal) person and prefer to retain reputation as such with aforementioned people, loosely-based factual fictional blog entries can not revolve around said people or the events to which they pertain. Therefore, I have nothing about which I may, without fear of repercussions, write.
To remedy this situation, there are two options:
1) You refrain from caring what I say about you.
2) I stop caring what you think of me.
When one of these takes place, you'll have a lot more to read.
I never feel like a pathetic single person until I go to the grocery store. What did I buy today? Frozen dinners for one and break-and-bake cookies.
The stigma of online dating: bah! What about the stigma of no dating?