The nights are the hard parts

In which I inform you as to why I wish I had a single bed.

Long time no write, blog people, and with good reason, I've done bugger all.

Well that's not true at all. In fact, it's a downright lie. I have, in reality, gone from being a closet girl to being Miss ******* to the whole wide universe!

I'll do the catchup quickly and move on to the next bit!

So it's not been what...exactly a month apparently, since I told my sisters and was allowed to live as the real live human girl I'm supposed to be. So to all those people who were waiting for me to say "This was a huge mistake", can I now take this opportunity to bite my thumb in your direction. That's right, I went all Shakespearian on your arses!

Anyway, the last month has been amazing. I've had some of the most amazing messages of support from so many people. I have felt better about myself every single day. I've still had bad days, and they've been really bad, but at least I started them on a high note! There is something about waking up under your nice girly blanket wearing your nice girly pyjamas that makes everything seem OK.

I've since returned to work AND choir and everyone has been great. I still hate shaving all the damn time, but hey, I'm happier than I've ever been. But more on that another time.

Today I address the problem of my bed. Or specifically the fact that I'm the only one in it. Don't let your minds run away with you, I'm not talking blue here, I'm just lonely and bored.

Friends are great. You can watch movies with them, eat junk food and generally be lazy. Unfortunately, unless you have some sort of prior agreement with them, you can't snuggle up to them while this goes on. So far in my life I've never wanted that. Now I do. So in the interests of fixing that, I've done something WILD AND CRAZY.

DUM DUM DUUUUUM.

I made a profile on a dating site.

Yes. For anyone who knows me, you will appreciate the magnitude of this. For those of you that don't know me, allow me to explain.

I HATE meeting new people. It scares the hell out of me.

But I figure, statistically, someone out there has to want the same things I want. Someone will like me for who I am, and I'm not going to find them sitting here complaining about it on the internet! Since I can't exactly go OUT and find them, this will have to do.

Will I ever respond the the unlikely event of a message? I have no idea...we'll have to wait and see.