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walked around town. came home and played dress-up. final outfit after throwing whole closet onto floor: renee's high-heeled boots, grey pin-striped pants, black shirt on top of white-pink-polka-dot shirt, lipstick, dramatic eyeshadow, mascara. went to 'liberal date auction' (money from auctioned date goes to the smith democrats club) with s to support l's rap-a-pella. it was all embarassing and hilarious and gross...and 2 hours. now i feel tired and stretched out and lonely. 19 years without a valentine? [why do i buy into that bullshit?] every commercial and every store-front reminds me. and i don't want anyone to say 'oh, i'll be your valentine.' come on.