Thank you for shopping at your local faceless conglomerate.
My eyes tonight will be occupied by my brand new Season One DVD of The Batman.
My ears tonight will be occupied by a freshly-unwrapped 25th anniversary edition of Michael Jackson's Thriller.
My brain tonight will be affected by generous amounts wine from a just-uncorked bottle of rose to dull my thinking.
It's a small irony how the same blasted consumerism that encourages people to get fat on chocolate, buy cards through which to profoundly express their sentiments, and procreate, just for one day, also supplies other things to focus upon, to distract me from the pain of all that nothing inside.
God bless the almighty dollar; the real face behind the pointless fucking sham that is Valentine's day. You even manage to sucker me in.
Good lord, people. Go out in a few months from now, or hell, tomorrow even, with your partner. Doesn't have to be an occasion. Dance the night away. Eat a fancy and exorbitantly expensive dinner. Go to a movie. A show, or a play. Or stay home with take-out while snuggling.
Don't fucking celebrate your love because your calendar and the stores tell you to. Celebrate and strengthen it because you ARE in love, and because it means something, really means something to you.
And maybe have a wine for all us bitter, miserable bastards out there.
Fuck this stupid, pointless holiday.
My ears tonight will be occupied by a freshly-unwrapped 25th anniversary edition of Michael Jackson's Thriller.
My brain tonight will be affected by generous amounts wine from a just-uncorked bottle of rose to dull my thinking.
It's a small irony how the same blasted consumerism that encourages people to get fat on chocolate, buy cards through which to profoundly express their sentiments, and procreate, just for one day, also supplies other things to focus upon, to distract me from the pain of all that nothing inside.
God bless the almighty dollar; the real face behind the pointless fucking sham that is Valentine's day. You even manage to sucker me in.
Good lord, people. Go out in a few months from now, or hell, tomorrow even, with your partner. Doesn't have to be an occasion. Dance the night away. Eat a fancy and exorbitantly expensive dinner. Go to a movie. A show, or a play. Or stay home with take-out while snuggling.
Don't fucking celebrate your love because your calendar and the stores tell you to. Celebrate and strengthen it because you ARE in love, and because it means something, really means something to you.
And maybe have a wine for all us bitter, miserable bastards out there.
Fuck this stupid, pointless holiday.