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October, 2009:

Theme Song – Mark II

Seriously, I was wrong before, I might have led you to believe that there were other songs.

There aren’t.

I’m rockin’ out in my teeny tiny living room… Possibly in my pants (for anyone reading this in the US I mean knickers or underwear or whatever you guys call things like that).

That guitar’s talking to me & I’m dancing like no one’s watching.

You should too xxx

The Most Popular Girl in the Office

As if I didn’t heart LeedsSEO enough already, they’ve now made me the most popular girl in the office thanks to the biggest jar of penny sweets in the world:

What did I do to deserve this? I hear you cry!

Erm, a really rather poor attempt at a mash-up.

Clearly I won by default… Glorious default! 

Nonetheless, victory tastes very sweet indeed.

Thanks so much guys 🙂

 

 

As Ryan Copeland, Web Designer said:

“This is the most amazing jar of sweets I’ve ever seen in my life… I’m not even joking Hannah, I’m being serious”

Snake Oil

Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Online dating, every one
When will they ever learn… When will they ever learn?

 

I know that apparently *most* of the couples of who got married in the USA last year, met through e-harmony. I also know people who met via online dating and have since married and are very happy.

I’m just not sure that online dating is the solution which it purports to be.

In fact I think it’s snake oil.

On paper online dating looks pretty good, right? I’m very busy, I don’t really meet people, all my friends are coupled up – blah, blah blah (incidentally I’m quoting myself here). Also, it’s quite fun searching through the profiles with your mates, especially if you’ve had some wine.

Unfortunately, when you wake up the next morning, it’s, well not quite as fun… and actually it sucks.

You spend an hour or so trawling through boring profiles, trying to remember how fun it was the night before. You figure you really *ought* to make contact with some people.

So you do. You try to find a commonality between the two of you. You try to be witty, engaging, fun, lively, bubbly, intelligent etc.

Language fails you.

You decide to go shower, because you figure it’s just the hangover. You come back, look at a few more profiles and decide that you really need coffee. You drink coffee, come back… 

BUT

it’s not the hangover, it’s not the coffee,

you’ve

just

lost

the

will

to

live

 

It’s no fun at all. It’s soul destroying.

You start looking at some girls profiles because you’ve not tortured yourself enough just yet. Everyone else, looks younger, fresher, more fun, more appealing. You realise that you are old, fat and don’t photograph very well.

You eat some toast (because hangovers need carbs) and curse the joining fee which you could have spent on shoes (or more sensibly your council tax).

 

Maybe it’s just that particular dating site?

… Damn those salesmen are good 😉

 

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