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Saturday, February 14, 2009
My funny valentine
Love is in the air, every time I turn around. And it makes me sick. Right up there with the start of swimsuit season, a trip to the gynecologist or fluorescent lighting in retail changing rooms, St. Valentine and I have never seen eye-to-eye and remain on non-speaking terms.Showing contempt for February 14th usually gets one shoved into the conventional "bitter, lonely spinster" category of which I am a charter member, but it's a bit deeper than just being alone. The sheer competitive horsetrading aspect of watching women compete for attention by the metric of fluffy pink hearts and rose bouquets feels way retrograde. While it would be nice to have someone to cuddle up with and split a bowl of spaghetti alla carbonara, is it necessary to do so at the lobbying of Hallmark, Russell Stover and 1-800-Flowers?
According to the Beatles, "all we need is love," but breaking in my new vibrator will suit me just fine in the meantime.
Labels: love sucks, relationships, Valentine's Day
link | Shot from the lip by TriniPrincess at 9:09 PM |
1 Comments:
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commented at 3/13/2009 11:43:00 AM~
ROFL. I luv it. Couldn't have said it betta myself.
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