Luck of the draw...
I found out that I'm working at the bookstore on Valentine's Day.
This is fine with me; being a perpetual singleton, I usually spend February 14th in front of the TV with a 2-liter bottle of Cherry Zero, a bag of tortilla chips, and a bowl full of that salsa & sour cream stuff I throw together, with one of two outcomes:
This is fine with me; being a perpetual singleton, I usually spend February 14th in front of the TV with a 2-liter bottle of Cherry Zero, a bag of tortilla chips, and a bowl full of that salsa & sour cream stuff I throw together, with one of two outcomes:
- Depressed because the movie is over and I haven't magically turned into Hugh Grant or Tom Hanks, and it's Bruce the Shark (a huge stuffed Great White purchased at the Discovery Channel Store) sitting next to me, not Meg Ryan, Julia Roberts, or whoever the female love interest in the movie was.
- Really depressed because I decided to indulge in my cynicism and watch Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, and I just had my faith in love, humanity, and the institution of marriage reconfirmed.