i am hanging on every word you say @ 11:29 a.m. on 02.14.2003

And I don't want the pitiful stares of those that ask me on a day like today, "So what are you doing today?" and "Do you have a valentine?" Countless times already have I said "Going to work then staying home" and "No"... and countless times have I received an uncomfortable silence in return and a quick change of subject or disregard and I DON'T WANT IT. Is it so bad that I don't have anyone to be with, nothing to do? I think not... Unless now it's superbly and unquestionably WRONG to not have a boyfriend or what have you on Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day... what a fucking joke. And I'm not just being the bitter, cynical going-solo bitch. I've never liked Valentine's Day. It's way too fluffy... too much of a big deal. I think it's kind of superficial that because of someone's bright and stupid idea, every year on THIS day, people find the need to express their love (or "love") for each other in a way that's best defined as exaggerated. Why THIS day? ONE day out of the year? How about the other 364 days? Are they not worthy enough days of giving and receiving balloons, cards with love bursting at it's seams, chocolates, and flowers? Why this one day, that is so routine and so predictable and so... microsofty?

Plus there's these little high school couples... No lie, SWARMS of balloons all over the goddamn place... this one kid got his girlfriend of no more than a couple months (IF that) 63 balloons. The girl is anorexically skinny enough to possibly fly away with them... and for what? To profess his love for her? What "love" is this exactly? A love that develops in a week? This is bullshit love... false love that is celebrated by an exaggerated IDEA of love. Screw this day. It's so not worth all of the crap.

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