Jugh. Valentines day. The day to remind us singles that we have no romance in our lifes. Worse than the actual day is facebook. All the couples and happy, hopefull people. It is an annoyingly commercial day, made for those who enjoy receiving outrageously big bouquets of flowers and pound-adding chocolate giftboxes all shaped like hearts and freaking lovey dovey gooey eyed bears or puppies.
Not for me.
Because I have no love life and no secret admirers who wanted to let me know they adore me by an anonymous message, flower, card or whatever the hell is on sale to make someone feel 'special'. Emotional fuckwittage, as Briget Jones would say. I could not agree more.
Not for me.
Because I have no love life and no secret admirers who wanted to let me know they adore me by an anonymous message, flower, card or whatever the hell is on sale to make someone feel 'special'. Emotional fuckwittage, as Briget Jones would say. I could not agree more.
I never hate, but this day has a special place in my very non exciting love life. I will wholeheartedly hate this day 'till my knight in shining armor comes to sweep me off my feet. But I swear to God, if he is going to try that with a card, chocolates, roses and a cutie wootie teddy bear, he can keep on moving.
Some originality is required to get this heart pounding for the dreaded 14th of February.
Some originality is required to get this heart pounding for the dreaded 14th of February.
Love,
The valentine grinch.
The valentine grinch.
