on valentine's day and the law school curse

in anticipation of the upcoming day of love and candy and roses and clasped hands, i am making preparations to celebrate the fourteenth of february, the much-hyped over-marketed stress-inducing depression-triggering ultimate-hallmark-moment day of the year.

last year at around this time i was:

1. still in college
2. still without a thesis
3. drinking all the time
4. crushing on a kid
5. in denial about a relationship that had seen its best days end.

this year i am

1. being a masochist-in law school
2. done with my stupid thesis and now a graduate
3.drinking all the time
4.with numerous interests
5.single.

this last thing wouldn't really bother me much, except one time i was out drinking with faye, candy and vivian and they were talking about law school grads who were girls. who fell victim to what could only be called a curse on law school women.

they found success in their chosen fields, they were reasonably attractive-read: not hideously deformed, and SINGLE.

so...sheeit.