Desire?
You know, I really hate the hell out of February.
Every year during this godforsaken month I get swept up in bullshit and inevitably sink into a brooding pit and try to make excuses for myself and my life. I'd like to be able to blame it on Valentine's Day, but really I think it's just me. Although, it is entirely possible that it was originally a Valentine's Day that soured me on February in the first place, and now the month of suck is just a self-fulfilling prophecy. Why does it suck? Because I hate it! Why do you hate it? Because it sucks!
Maybe it's Groundhog's day. I don't want to think about the concept of spring until a dandelion winks at me and I realize, suddenly, that things are finally blooming and growing again. Making any kind of fuss (no matter how small) over spring in FUCKING FEBRUARY is just about as ludicrous as having companies like Godiva Chocolates and Wedding Day Diamonds conspire to overplay their ads EVERYWHERE for the malignant purpose of making single people feel bad. "February is the month of love, and the perfect time to show her how much you care." Fuck you.
This was also supposed to be my last weekend in town (and I was planning on partying it up and having a blast) but now it's just a bitter reminder of how much fun I'm not having. lol. Okay, okay, I'll get off the self-pity streak now ::grin:: As a fair warning to everyone though, I'll probably be pretty temperamental til March. Then I can look forward to St. Paddy's Day! Planning on going to see the Tims play at First Ave, getting sloshed on some quality whiskey, and pretending that I'm Irish by virtue of red hair and sheer alcohol consumption. Wheeee!
But seriously. February blows.
Every year during this godforsaken month I get swept up in bullshit and inevitably sink into a brooding pit and try to make excuses for myself and my life. I'd like to be able to blame it on Valentine's Day, but really I think it's just me. Although, it is entirely possible that it was originally a Valentine's Day that soured me on February in the first place, and now the month of suck is just a self-fulfilling prophecy. Why does it suck? Because I hate it! Why do you hate it? Because it sucks!
Maybe it's Groundhog's day. I don't want to think about the concept of spring until a dandelion winks at me and I realize, suddenly, that things are finally blooming and growing again. Making any kind of fuss (no matter how small) over spring in FUCKING FEBRUARY is just about as ludicrous as having companies like Godiva Chocolates and Wedding Day Diamonds conspire to overplay their ads EVERYWHERE for the malignant purpose of making single people feel bad. "February is the month of love, and the perfect time to show her how much you care." Fuck you.
This was also supposed to be my last weekend in town (and I was planning on partying it up and having a blast) but now it's just a bitter reminder of how much fun I'm not having. lol. Okay, okay, I'll get off the self-pity streak now ::grin:: As a fair warning to everyone though, I'll probably be pretty temperamental til March. Then I can look forward to St. Paddy's Day! Planning on going to see the Tims play at First Ave, getting sloshed on some quality whiskey, and pretending that I'm Irish by virtue of red hair and sheer alcohol consumption. Wheeee!
But seriously. February blows.