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02/12/2003: "Morbid V-Day part 3"

Day three of my bitterness. There IS a reason why Valentine's Day is in the blustery month of February, and not in the summer.

The moon is full and my arms are empty
All night long I've pleaded and cried
You always said the day that you would leave me
Would be a cold day in July

Your bags are packed not a word is spoken
I guess we said everything with good-bye
Time moves so slow and promises get broken
On this cold day in July

See, all those cute little things you tell your beloved are a LIE. So the next time you hear, "You'll always be my baby" or "Wild buffalo couldn't keep me from you", be aware that there's a clause at the end of that that says, "UNLESS there's a nubile, tan, blonde girl who just winked at me, in that case the above is null and void."

I know, I know, you all love me so very much.

I've decided my Valentine's Day present to myself (hey, SOMEONE has to get me one) will be the Rent soundtrack. Or maybe Empire Records on DVD. Or maybe both. Hee hee hee...

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Before/During Nichole: V-Day meant candy, roses, "I Love You" cards, written letters, dinners, movies, phone calls, and making out.

After Nichole: V-Day meant candy, flowers (for other occasions), humorous cards, emails, beer, tomfoolery, phone calls, and making out.

I've been calling it Single's Awareness Day for years, even though I had, to varying degrees, relationships with several boring women. This is an official day set aside for those cutesy couples, to get out on the town, and look longingly into each other's eyes, and tell each other how much you're truly, madly, and deeply in love with them, over a candlit dinner of cous cous, and veal. For some reason, they feel no embarrassment in holding each other's hands out in public (safety in numbers principle), which later leads to making out on park benches, or tall grass..

It's an excuse to use an otherwise ambiguous day to express your undying love, and wanton desire for sex, and get some. Yet, you can do that on any day- those of us who can go bar hopping- Big Woop.

For me, this year has been frought with nothing but good; I have no repugnance with V-Day just because I don't have a special significant other who was whimsically dropped on my lap. I do, however, have a handful of useful-idiots; but no way to fit any into my SAW Day schedule. Like I'd want any of them sullying up my weekend anyway.

There is no compulsory interest I have, in spending a day with someone doing the same old, tired V-Day routine that millions of other couples will be doing en mass. I think the real idea is to express your meaningful, deep love for whomever everyday, by your words and actions. Never-the-less, Brooke, you should find something to smile about, and enjoy the day.

I feel old, and thrice around the block, dammit. :

dot, Wednesday, February 12th

I had no idea V-day involved making out in tall grass. Anyways, like I've said before, I can never tell when you're sober and when you've been enjoying some Hot Damn.

Brooke, Wednesday, February 12th

Nikki's backyard had tall grass, as did the park next to the high school, and the football fields. The back of my Aerospace Instructor's truck was cold and hard, but when you're making out, nothing like that matters, and you don't take into account that someone might be watching the two of you through the rear-view mirror. Everyday is V-Day when you're making out. Or something. :D

Oops. :D

It was Foxhorn last night, not Vitamin HD. Good schtuff. :D

dot, Wednesday, February 12th