Marry me.

Logged into fb and found out that one of my friends is getting married.

Yes, married.

And she's my age. She's my freaking age. I don't even have a boyfriend, and she's freaking getting married. I am happy for her. I'm not a jealous old bitch yet. Okay maybe old but not jealous. She's a nice girl and her boyfriend, I mean husband-to-be looks like a good person. I'm happy for her, really. It's just shocking that people of my age are ready to move into this next stage of life now. Maybe not shocking, just a bit overwhelming for me.

As such, I have decided that I cannot be passive.

This is the dinner I cooked for myself that day. Please marry me, I can fry egg, cook maggi mee with vegetables and heat up smiley face potatoes in the toaster oven.