In which I discuss Valentine's Day
It has come to my attention that a lot of people hate Valentine's Day. I'm not quite sure why, but they do. I guess the fact that they have no lover makes them sad?
I, on the other hand, love Valentine's Day.
I know that saying this probably makes me a complete girly girl, but it's true. I love the flowers and the candy and the balloons and the dinners and the jewelry and all the cuteness in general, even though I'm not on the receiving end (or giving end, for that matter) of all this. It just makes me happy, in the same way reading romance novels makes me happy. Something about other people being all cute and romantic makes me want to squee, even though nothing's going on in my own love life (besides that secret rendezvous with Adrien Brody last night, of course, but you're not supposed to know about that).
Anyway, I don't really know what the point of this post was...
I, on the other hand, love Valentine's Day.
I know that saying this probably makes me a complete girly girl, but it's true. I love the flowers and the candy and the balloons and the dinners and the jewelry and all the cuteness in general, even though I'm not on the receiving end (or giving end, for that matter) of all this. It just makes me happy, in the same way reading romance novels makes me happy. Something about other people being all cute and romantic makes me want to squee, even though nothing's going on in my own love life (besides that secret rendezvous with Adrien Brody last night, of course, but you're not supposed to know about that).
Anyway, I don't really know what the point of this post was...