Who else hates V-day? Argh.
Valentine's reminds me of the best date I ever went on. One year ago Sunday (the 17th, she was out of town on V-day so we celebrated it belatedly), me and this hot little chick from California spent about 16 hours about the town. It was great. We went ice skating, went to a sushi bar, and saw Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Among other things one can do in 16 hours. Then a couple weeks later I found out she was cheating on me, which isn't really a nice thing to find out about someone who just said they love you and want to spend their life with you. But that was a year ago.
This year it's just me, Smirnoff, and a plate of warm potato latkes. Whoop de doo. I kind of wanted to spend the evening with this girl from work, even though I'd rather keep things between me and her limited to friendship. I gave her a call, but she got all giggly and sorta melted before getting to "maybe another night". For someone only a year younger than me, she sure doesn't act it. It was kind of nice to know I'd made her giddy with delight, but I'm still alone on the worst night to be alone. At least she's happy.
So what're you people up to tonight; lonely or getting laid?
Valentine's.
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<h.>
Valentine's.
What a malcontent am I.
I have been the most awful of hags today.
What can I expect from a marketing holiday where people trip over their own asses to do the things they should do ANY day anyway out of sponteneity and love?
I went into work today to find that the valentine I recieved had been opened and all the candy eaten out of. Mind you, don't give a damn about the candy.
It was the comment:
"We didn't think you'd be here, so we ate the candy out of this"
As the card was being pulled out of a recycling bin and candy pulled from a neighboring desk.
Why didn't they just strap on a feed bag from the shit that was already there and put my card in my box?
fuckyouverymuch.
And then, someone I thought would think of me IF they got me anything, would pay enough attention to notice what I liked and didn't, gave me the most thoughtless gift.
I'm no princess, I made horrible comments because satan has taken over my self control to the point where I say what I think and then wonder that I still have friends.
"I think you spent more time thinking about wiping your ass than you did on this gift for me."
And he bought me flowers. Now, I just feel shitty. I shouldn't have to be such a bitch that someone gets me something I'll like.
I shouldn't even have to expect anything at all.
I guess I'd rather have nothing than a day that rubs your nose in something that happens every day anyway.
I'd rather have nothing than have someone do something for me just because it's a day they are supposed to and I am so horrible to them that they feel they should.
What's so special about February 14?
It's a day in a short ass month, so someone had to add something to it.
I spent an early part of my evening in a childrens hospital with my friend because her shit ass useless bastard of a soon to be ex-boyfriend refused to drive them there. And it was there that it hit me that it's no different than any other day.
I've just been looking at it all wrong.
I have been the most awful of hags today.
What can I expect from a marketing holiday where people trip over their own asses to do the things they should do ANY day anyway out of sponteneity and love?
I went into work today to find that the valentine I recieved had been opened and all the candy eaten out of. Mind you, don't give a damn about the candy.
It was the comment:
"We didn't think you'd be here, so we ate the candy out of this"
As the card was being pulled out of a recycling bin and candy pulled from a neighboring desk.
Why didn't they just strap on a feed bag from the shit that was already there and put my card in my box?
fuckyouverymuch.
And then, someone I thought would think of me IF they got me anything, would pay enough attention to notice what I liked and didn't, gave me the most thoughtless gift.
I'm no princess, I made horrible comments because satan has taken over my self control to the point where I say what I think and then wonder that I still have friends.
"I think you spent more time thinking about wiping your ass than you did on this gift for me."
And he bought me flowers. Now, I just feel shitty. I shouldn't have to be such a bitch that someone gets me something I'll like.
I shouldn't even have to expect anything at all.
I guess I'd rather have nothing than a day that rubs your nose in something that happens every day anyway.
I'd rather have nothing than have someone do something for me just because it's a day they are supposed to and I am so horrible to them that they feel they should.
What's so special about February 14?
It's a day in a short ass month, so someone had to add something to it.
I spent an early part of my evening in a childrens hospital with my friend because her shit ass useless bastard of a soon to be ex-boyfriend refused to drive them there. And it was there that it hit me that it's no different than any other day.
I've just been looking at it all wrong.
Valentine's.
Cheer up 'h'. Life is grand and the sun is shining. The more time you spend being pissed off the less time you have to enjoy the little things. I think Valentines is a joke as well, but if it makes others happy it's all good with me. My wife says I don't do enough for Valentines. I sent a singing telegram to her office. Careful what you wish for.
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<h.>
Valentine's.
Actually, what I was getting at was that I felt much better about that stupid day when I started thinking about it like any other day. I think it's kind of stupid to designate one day out of the entire year as the one you make special in the name of "love" because if you really adore someone that much, it doesn't matter what day it is.
Next year, try a strip o gram. I bet that would give your wife a chuckle.
Next year, try a strip o gram. I bet that would give your wife a chuckle.
Valentine's.
i had the sweetest valentine ever, ever, ever. he fixed me salmon with the best mashed potatoes that were slightly lumpy{ as i prefer, but didn't tell him this} and the most peppery rich red wine.
this boy is hot and i think i ruined the date by being me. i know this is general, but are the character flaws important? i managed to not break anything, but my reputation dancing on a platform later in the evening.
this boy is hot and i think i ruined the date by being me. i know this is general, but are the character flaws important? i managed to not break anything, but my reputation dancing on a platform later in the evening.
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<mc cutcheon>
Valentine's.
I'm with you Brett!!!!! so h. and Rosie both spent time with me yesterday and they can both kiss my ass. and did! anyway i got h. flowers, but not roses, because she thinks roses are cheesy, even though i think a single red rose is super sexy, and i did cook for Rosie. But it's all okjay because she was in a lingerie fashion show and the third girl down the walk way took off her top and it was just wild from there. In the back the super sexy girls were give a case of champagne and powders galore so it was debachery from the get go! On the platform there was a pole rosie and other girls humped! I also got a Valentine kiss from Amanda. So it's okay Rosie fucked a girl in the bogs!
Valentine's.
Right you are Mccutcheon. A single flower is always more dramatic than a bunch. A bunch is a deal, you know, buy 11 get the 12th one free. Roses are sexy, but my personal favourite is the daisy. There is just something so sweet and perfect about the daisy. White innocence on the outside, golden heat in the middle. So sexy.
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<h.>
Valentine's.
Clarity is a necessity, especially when Mr. McCrackhead is involved. The most played out, useless, and unimaginative gift on Valentine's day is a red rose. That says you had enough time to make it to the Quik-e-Mart for a $3.99 last minute ditch effort to pretend you are romantic. If it is a spontaneous purchase (or snagged from a neighbor's rose bush) it has some sort of meaning and negates the cheesiness factor.
But on that special (hee hee, haa haa) day designated so you can show how romantic you can be, why not go all out and THINK about it a little?
A red rose on Valentine's day is like giving a pez dispenser wishing a happy day when you know the person you are giving it to doesn't eat candy…
Uh-oh. I think this will keep me on the s.h.i.t. list a little longer.
Cheers and good night.
But on that special (hee hee, haa haa) day designated so you can show how romantic you can be, why not go all out and THINK about it a little?
A red rose on Valentine's day is like giving a pez dispenser wishing a happy day when you know the person you are giving it to doesn't eat candy…
Uh-oh. I think this will keep me on the s.h.i.t. list a little longer.
Cheers and good night.
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<h.>
Valentine's.
And by the way Brett, you are right. Daisies are a more sensual flower. They look so innocent, yet they have that thing about them...
I prefer tulips myself. Must be the barbarian in me, Scandinavian Goddess that I am.
I prefer tulips myself. Must be the barbarian in me, Scandinavian Goddess that I am.
Valentine's.
h-
i wish i wrote that.
i wish i wrote that.
Valentine's.
White Lillies for me. They open and bloom and smell so good.
Valentine's.
Valentines Day I went to a wine bar in a stone cave vellar in downtown London (Embankment) with the Swedish girl of my dreams and we drank two bottles of French wine and ate good bread and brie and gloucester for two hours and then went to dinner at an Italian restaurant in Soho and had another bottle of wine and then went to a club and drank mojitos until 3am and then went to a gay dance club and drank another bottle of wine and czech budweisers beer and danced for another 3 hours until 6am and then took a cab home and made love all day and i think that was the best valentines day ever and to make things better today i ate some hash brownies with Starbucks in the afternoon and now my hangover is finally gone. Its fucking good to be alive. Fuck you George Bush I hope you hav a lousy time in Japan and I hope Duk Koo Kim or whomever the leader of North Korea is takes a big shite on yer heid.
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<sarah>
Valentine's.
h.
The hubby brought me daisies. Daisies are perfect. But my favorite is a tigerlily because it's not perfect--it's big and orange, and it's usally just sitting there near a mailbox on a country road looking so exotic in such a normal place.
The hubby brought me daisies. Daisies are perfect. But my favorite is a tigerlily because it's not perfect--it's big and orange, and it's usally just sitting there near a mailbox on a country road looking so exotic in such a normal place.
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<Jack C>
Valentine's.
Sloth, sounds like you had a great time. Good to hear it during so much negativity.
Valentine's.
martino
that is pure scandal!!! doesn't your wife know? aren't you paranoid? i always hear don't tell because of guilt. it will crush her, however does she have a right to choose if she wants to stay with you? i have dealt with this situation. whatever you choose will be best. goodluck. scandalous!
that is pure scandal!!! doesn't your wife know? aren't you paranoid? i always hear don't tell because of guilt. it will crush her, however does she have a right to choose if she wants to stay with you? i have dealt with this situation. whatever you choose will be best. goodluck. scandalous!