Bitter much?
Happy unimaginative, consumerist-oriented, and entirely arbitrary, manipulative and shallow interpretation of romance day!
Valentine's Day is like Herpes: just when you think its gone for good, it rears its ugly head once more. This is why I like to refer to it as VD.
And please do not think that I am being this way, simply because I have had some rough times lately. I have always loathed this day. Wait - maybe not always. When I was in elementary school and we all got to make those little paper boxes to hang on the sides of our desk and pray that the boy we had some silly fourth grade crush on would drop a square of overpriced cardboard into it, thus validating our entire reason for existence, I think I enjoyed it. They start young with the brainwashing, but I didn't fall for it.
I also detest the color pink and refuse to wear it (which was quite difficult, back in my ballerina days). While most girls craftily put together irritating outfits of red, white and pink, I wore black. Melodramatic? You bet! But I didn't care. In fact, guess what color my sweater is today??
So those of you that will be getting flowers, getting dressed up, going on dates and all that crap, have fun!! I'll be at home tonight curled up with my dogs, drinking a beer in my pjs, eating Cheetos and watching Scrubs!
BOLLOCKS TO VALENTINE'S DAY
Valentine's Day is like Herpes: just when you think its gone for good, it rears its ugly head once more. This is why I like to refer to it as VD.
And please do not think that I am being this way, simply because I have had some rough times lately. I have always loathed this day. Wait - maybe not always. When I was in elementary school and we all got to make those little paper boxes to hang on the sides of our desk and pray that the boy we had some silly fourth grade crush on would drop a square of overpriced cardboard into it, thus validating our entire reason for existence, I think I enjoyed it. They start young with the brainwashing, but I didn't fall for it.
I also detest the color pink and refuse to wear it (which was quite difficult, back in my ballerina days). While most girls craftily put together irritating outfits of red, white and pink, I wore black. Melodramatic? You bet! But I didn't care. In fact, guess what color my sweater is today??
So those of you that will be getting flowers, getting dressed up, going on dates and all that crap, have fun!! I'll be at home tonight curled up with my dogs, drinking a beer in my pjs, eating Cheetos and watching Scrubs!
BOLLOCKS TO VALENTINE'S DAY