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The newest addition to my family and future lolcat, Mrs. Pickles:

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Thanks to someone (who will remain nameless), I feel so much better.

I guess Freud was right about catharsis. It feels really nice. For those of you who haven’t taken psychology with a droning professor, catharsis is the act of purging intense emotions. It’s also used to describe purging your bowels in the medical field, which is gross, but it sort of describes how I feel.

Yes, that’s right. I was full of shit. I realize now that I wasn’t emotionally exhausted; I was sexually frustrated! But I worked on that, and now… WHEW! I feel so relaxed today, like a huge weight has been lifted off my back. I just want to sit back and chill out.

Good times.

What are you doing on Valentine’s Day?

One day of the year. That’s all I have to get through, and, yet, I dread it.

For the last 20 years, I’ve been single. I’ve managed to get dates before and after Valentine’s Day, but never during. Instead, I have to sit back and watch girls get flowers, candy, cards. Me? I get nothing. Not even a hug.

Well, okay, I take that back. I do get a hug, but it’s from my cat, Wiggles. Man! How sad is it that the only man I get to spend time with on V-Day is short, furry, and has no balls?