For realz, ladies... this is the single woman's night to score. Just look for the lonely sap in the corner and pounce.
(But keep your standards in tact... at least for a "Dating Hijinks" aftermath -- that was not a plug.)
Photo: Someecards
Who doesn't love bunnies who clap?!?
(OK. Fine. Let's get real.)
For realz, ladies... this is the single woman's night to score. Just look for the lonely sap in the corner and pounce.
(But keep your standards in tact... at least for a "Dating Hijinks" aftermath -- that was not a plug.)
Photo: Someecards
Oh look! Friends are fun! Single friends are awesome for nights like these. So hollar at them!
(My friends have no idea that I used this photo, so let's not tell a soul -- hey Sam! -- like ever.)
HAHAHA. OK. Flowers die, so let's laugh. Also, carnations are the worst.
What are we doing? We're laughing at flowers -- ALL OF THEM.
Absence of light?! Yeah, we're all for it. Adorn it like a muthafucker, my loves.
(Or whatever... you know, wear it today, OK?)
Who needs a "special" day to indulge in chocolates? Who buys their own chocolates all the time? US!
(No, seriously, if you want to have an "in" on the pity party this is part of the deal. I do it all the time... follow suit, loves.)
I don't know how this slide got in here. I would never condone day drinking...
I'll be asking the extra fancy editors about this! I've been sabotaged.
(Drink!) (But, like, responsibly.)
Yeah!
(Feel like a cat lady yet?)
No! Bunnies are not cats!
Shit.
OK. This is totally sabotage at this point. Who would take a British singleton seriously?! Not me.
(Vodka and Chaka Khan.)
Photo: Miramax Films
So... this is the point in the pity party that I admit to dancing to Robyn when I'm sad. OK. Fine! I'm not so indie!
Click this link and live again, my loves: Robyn's "Dancing On My Own."
Gurrrl! I love you, but let's sleep it off, OK?
(Who has your back? Me! I'll even call you in sick tomorrow.)
Seriously, I will. I have accents to use.
