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A holiday wish.
So. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. This means I can expect one day free from the phone ringing. ... *coughs and cues the laughtrack* Please. The boy's got to pick his bitch for the holiday and then I have to field the calls from all the not-picked girls. And I have to avoid my parents, and all other couples because on this most unholy of days, they feel the need to overshare.
For instance, when I grumbled about my missing gift certificates [dammit, why couldn't one have shown by now?] and how I loathe the pink day, my mother then gave me a laundry list of people who must hate the holiday more than I do, or at least must wish it would go by a lot faster. And she's right. On the other hand, the only time I had a valentine [a real one, dude], he turned out to be missing many, many screws and it's not like I saw him on the day anyway. I just got flowers [I know. Just.] but I can't really think of the happy fuzzy because the dude was wacko.
But at least I'm not going to have to drink with some other lonely friend just to make them feel better. Instead I will make myself a drink and then curl up with a book or something.
Still not the point though.
To my friends and people I adore [chances are even the most depressed and cynical among you know who you are], I hope tomorrow does not suck and that something good happens. Even if it's just a warm fuzzy feeling that someone cares. Ignore the fact that that someone is me and I'm far, far away [but not in a galaxy far, far away] though. Warm fuzzies and love and good stuff. Okay? *hugs* :)
And if you loathe pink, then I hope you find some other colors in the various decorations.
For instance, when I grumbled about my missing gift certificates [dammit, why couldn't one have shown by now?] and how I loathe the pink day, my mother then gave me a laundry list of people who must hate the holiday more than I do, or at least must wish it would go by a lot faster. And she's right. On the other hand, the only time I had a valentine [a real one, dude], he turned out to be missing many, many screws and it's not like I saw him on the day anyway. I just got flowers [I know. Just.] but I can't really think of the happy fuzzy because the dude was wacko.
But at least I'm not going to have to drink with some other lonely friend just to make them feel better. Instead I will make myself a drink and then curl up with a book or something.
Still not the point though.
To my friends and people I adore [chances are even the most depressed and cynical among you know who you are], I hope tomorrow does not suck and that something good happens. Even if it's just a warm fuzzy feeling that someone cares. Ignore the fact that that someone is me and I'm far, far away [but not in a galaxy far, far away] though. Warm fuzzies and love and good stuff. Okay? *hugs* :)
And if you loathe pink, then I hope you find some other colors in the various decorations.