Self Indulgent (it's not funny)

I generally write a load of old bollocks... No, no, it's true. I really do.

I sit here and write whatever comes into my head. It could be lightbulb related, it could be ninja related, it could be tattoo related. My mind is a cornicopia of a mish-mash of scrambled loves, hates and relatives.

I broke up with a girl tonight. About 84 minutes ago to be exact. It wasn't love, and it should be.

I'm trying to work out where the funny is in the situation and failing like a man that can't find the funny. Perhaps I'm pre-menstrual?

I read a sentence once, a very long time ago. It's from a book. With pages. The line was: "Words destroy the functions of love."

If I think about that sentence literally, it doesn't make any sense. None at all. But the feeling of the sentence... the emotion behind the words, makes perfect sense right now.

Being a massive romantic comedy fan, (and yet somehow still heterosexual) I want my life to be filled with golden light and witty one-liners. Is it too much to ask for me to require the same from a potential?

Probably.

End of self indulgent.