Valentines

Oh joy, it's that overly commercialised, distinctly unromantic and (if you're single), depressing day of the year again.
To be honest, I have always been in two minds about Valentines Day; yes it's great if you have been harbouring a secret affection for someone, it's the perfect excuse to make your feelings known. On the other hand, do you really want to receive a stuffed toy, half a dozen roses, a cheap bottle of wine and a half hearted attempt at a romantic evening? Well, the latter sounds rather appealing at present actually, woe is me.

I actually signed up for this blogging malarky a while ago, but to be honest couldn't be arsed to write anything - yes I really am THAT dedicated - and it's been so long since I actually wrote 'creatively'. Not that one should expect anything creative while reading this; I suggest you leave now and pick up a Dostoyevsky novel for some deeper reading material if you are.

I suppose I should introduce myself to the World of Bloggers, so here are a few factoids about the Chaz.

1) I am far too cynical for someone so young.
2) I am a music and movie fan; actually I am a former musical elitist, I went through a phase of refusing to listen to anything that didn't have guitars or feature in the NME. I have since learnt that there are gems to be found in plenty of musical genres, and also that the NME is just a bit shit.
3) My favourite actor is Christian Bale; watching 'American Psycho' only reinforced this, when often the opposite is the case, for most sane people anyway.
4) I have recently become obsessed with the US version of 'The Office', especially Jim Halpert. I do find myself wishing that he worked in my office, then remember that it's just a TV show and he's not a real character, at which point I further embrace my future standings as a 40 year old spinster.
5) I think Facebook was better when students/alumni were the only groups of people who could sign up. It has now become over-run with the ignoramus masses, who need silly applications to keep themselves amused. Luckily, I didn't have to send 20 friends an invite to blogger.com before publishing this post.
6) I am scared of Conservatives; no honestly, I break out in a cold sweat just thinking about Margaret Thatcher, although to be fair, I imagine she has had that effect on people her whole life.
7) I have become disillusioned with religion and am now an atheist, after spending practically my whole life in Catholic schools. There is a witty and ironic statement in there somewhere, if only I could find it. I also become perplexed when watching programmes about fanatics of any religion. They scare me in a way Freddie Krueger never could.
8) I like blueberrry muffins
9) I hate commuters. I do not care if you earn £250,000 a year, drive 3 Jaguars and a Range Rover at the weekends, are the Global Director of a multinational company and have 5 properties abroad, just get the f*ck out of my way. *Edit* If you had that much money, you probably wouldn't be using public transport. Just for the record, I do not commute, as I live rather centrally in the grand city of London. I also hate bus drivers who arrive when they feel like it; it is rush hour -there is no time for slacking.
10) I am notoriously fussy about two things in life- spelling and men. More on those in latter posts I presume.

So, that was my introductory post, if you're still reading, congratulations because I have actually fallen asleep reading it back. I wonder if someone could actually 'sleep-type', do they wake up in the morning and find that they have e-mailed their boss in their sleep telling them they think they have terrible BO and need to sort their bad teeth out. I mean it may be true, but that might not be any comfort to the poor sleep-typer. This has become gibberish, as most of my rants do, so I shall be cutting this short abruptly.