People are speaking to me! Well, OK, most people are speaking to me... I'm assuming that it was repealed, only some folks haven't gotten the message yet. I think I will actually get an explanation on Thursday. I also wanted an apology... but there you go.Now, I'm not the type to pull people up on snide comments made when I am in earshot as I find it a bit of a waste of breath.Which is a good thing, because if I was such a person, there would be one less snide-comment-making person in the world right this minute. Still, while I'm on the topic, here is a quick recap to be passed on to the inconsiderate twat in question (as I don't think said twat actually reads this blog):Number One: The "animosity" of which you speak has very little to do with what you think it is about.Number Two: Yes, I heard your comment. And I understood the intention behind the words you practically yelled post-comment. I am not a dingbat. You, on the other hand, clearly are.Number Three: I'm assuming you have had the rudimentary basics of my 'issues' explained. The fact that you continue despite (or perhaps because of) the aforementioned issues merely tells me that you are a pathetic individual with no compassion whatsoever.Number Four: If you don't completely understand something (and you clearly don't on this point or else you wouldn't have been such an idiot), shut the hell up. You have no idea whatsoever of the events leading to my 'issues', therefore you are in no position to judge me. As I said, shut the fuck up and get out of my sight.Number Five: I don't need to be empathic to tell me who is a moronic twat and who isn't. Your actions today tell me that you fall squarely into the first category, which is a bit of a shame as I was actually starting to like you.I apologise to my readers for the use of the word 'twat', which I know is not a very nice word to say the least. Unfortunately, the actions and/or person discussed aren't too nice either, so I guess the two go together.It seems as though most of the Internet is conspiring to remind me that it is Valentine's Day in two weeks. Woohoo(!) That's exactly eight years (not that I'm counting or anything) without cards or chocolates or flowers or a cute guy giving me a neck rub.And it's another year of avoiding the shops filled with cards and flowers and disgusting teddy bears holding stuffed hearts. And another year of being forced to watch girls stuck to some guy's face, knowing that if I say anything I'll be accused of ruining their Valentine's Day.Yes, yes, relationships must be good things, right? Nothing melts the heart like young love... from the first time you start noticing the opposite sex to those first sweet kisses with someone you care about.CoughHackSplutterCough... yeah, right.