Valentines Day?
"Yowza!"
"Do you intend on saying Yowza?"
"That's enough. We're very stressed today."
Kudos if you get that reference
So Valentines Day, 'eh? Either you hate it or you love it. Like baked beans or eyeliner. I hop back and forth between them depending on how many of my friends have boyfriends when it roles around and whether or not I have a crush (s) at the time. This year I'm feeling pretty all right with it. It generally feels like a personal attack on people like me who are single and all right with it. We are driven to do crazy things like have parties for all us crazy single gals where we beat up piñatas shaped like hearts and get really drunk and plan to murder our ex boyfriends. Kudos if you get that reference. Luckily for me I have never been driven quite that crazy.
People say it is a consumerism holiday, but then again at this point what isn't? I think the hearts and the puppies and the hormones are all right. They're not killing anybody. The stalkers who send poison cookies and roses to their stalkees are, but the roses and cookies themselves never cause any harm. Except roses have thorns and cookies could have peanuts in them, which could be potentially deadly. I'm just digging myself into a hole here. You define the meaning in that confusing paragraph. "IF I JUST KEEP TALKING LIKE THIS AND SAYING THINGS LIKE PATRIOTISM AND FOR THE CHILDREN YOU. WILL. ALL. APPLAUD WHEN I FINISH. THANK YOU." Kudos if you get that reference.
So this has been a very short blog. It's not my Sunday, so I don't feel obligated to post anything particularly good. See you all Sunday, you crazy clown shoes!
P.S.
Just in case you're already feeling depressed about Valentines day here is an album for you to wallow in your sorrows to. Marina & The Diamonds, Electra Heart never fails to make me feel understood when I'm feeling depressed and angsty and like even Molly Ringwald had a more successful love life than me.