Yeah yeah, there’s been some talk about butt faced men getting some serious cuddle time from hot women around the blogosphere, so naturally I had to chime in.

First of all, this is the Sun we’re talking about, you know, the UK tabloid Brits fondly refer to as a shag-rag, and which also sport fascinating headlines such as “Double Decker Bus Found on Moon!” As soon as I found out the source right away I knew this article was going to be a load of crap. I mean seriously, the dudes in the photos didn’t even appear all that ugly. They’re no Ben Afflecks, but they’re certainly don’t look like a bunch of butt balls either (though one of them could use a real haircut).

Was this really supposed to make Elephant men like me feel better? To me it just conveys the message, “Wow, lookie here, even the skanky ones are getting some loving, so there must REALLY be something wrong with you if you can’t match their success!” Thanks guys! Here, come a little bit closer so I can use an ice cream scoop to rip out that part of your throat box giving you that snooty British accent. Trust me, I’ll feel better if you do.

I sound bitter. Am I bitter?

…run through the fields, and scaled every corner of the Internet.

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…

I have abandoned my desktop news aggregator for Google Reader, searched for every module I could find to add to my brand new Netvibes Start Page, and surfed for every known newsfeed in the universe that I could add to my personal collection.

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…

Discovered new blogs, made new friends through Twitter, and joined new communities at MyBlogLog.

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…

Search queried Technorati for “Single Christian Women,” played around with iGoogle till the sun rose again, and checked out all kinds of new widgets that I could add to my blog.

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…

Just some random thoughts going through my head today while I sit here doing just about everything except what I should be doing, that is, working:

• After wandering around the Internet vainly searching for members of my kind, I’ve come to realize something: There ARE no members of my kind. I am… an anomaly, a glitch in the system. I can relate to no one, and none can relate to me.

• The sun is out, the temperature is perfect, it’s the last day of August, and this horrific summer is finally coming to an end. So why am I so bloody depressed??

• I can’t believe I’m still smarting over one of my co-workers getting hitched faster than you can say “Prenup!” I’m here 6 years and I don’t get so much as a nibble. She’s here 5 months and in that timespan dates another co-worker, falls in love, and gets engaged. All this in 5 months?? WT*???

Ok, back to work, or rather, back to avoiding it as much as possible.