[PRIVATE] The only thing I hate more than the weak are those who choose to subject themselves to cruelty. Especially when they are capable of freeing themselves from it.
She deserved everything she got.
This is what happens when you know too much. [/PRIVATE]
How soon we forget. There are more important things than a silly holiday with candy hearts and flimsy pieces of paper with massed produced sentiments. Since when did we need to set aside a day and spend all this money in order to tell someone we cared?
Hand-made surprises should be just as satisfying, wouldn't you think?
For those of us who remember the 'other' holiday, Happy New Years.