| | Valentine's Day.
The cruelest holiday of the year.
If you're with someone, you lord it over other people but really you're just desperately trying to compensate for all the other days of the year when you keep messing things up.
If you're not, you're left to wonder what in holy fuck is wrong with you and why does your life suck and if you see one more smarmy, love-struck shmuck buying a heap of flowers in a store you want to brain them with horseshoe then use those flowers to make that person completely airtight.
I basically try to avoid thinking about it entirely. Of course, I have nothing that can appropriately distract me — see the my sports teams suck post — so I end up failing miserably.
To that though, why the hell would Sports Illustrated release its Swimsuit Issue today? It reminds those of us who don't have anyone that we'll never get a woman like that, and it reminds those of us that do have someone that she'll never look as good as a sand-dappled Marissa Miller. Now, go, my followers, and pursue your unrealistic expectations! I'm off to weep in a corner. |
| | Posted 2/14/2006 10:56 PM - 1 View - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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