"RIP HER TO SHREDS..."

I was to drunk to figure out where my lap top was let alone try and do anything productive with it.

Currently I am:
Feeling: hung over(damn you jack daniels)
Listen to: Some guy on the radio
Tasting: Greek pizza and Coca Cola
Location: physically at work mentally in the fetal position at home

I am anti-valentines day. I think thats fairly obvious 2 any one that has ever been near me on that loathsome day. A scoul fixed upon my face as my attire consists of as much black clothing as one can possibly stand. I spend the day sweating bitterness. The night is spent in a overly intoxicated state whilst eating extra dark chocolates purchased specificly for this day of fluff and frill. And its been spent like that for the last 6 years.

Here's why:

Love-an emotion that should be able to be expressed everyday of the year. Why must we devote one day a year to it?

The color scheme(red and pink)- Ok seriously who the fuck decided to pair these colors together and call them "valentines"? One's the color of blood and the other is often used to describe conjunctivitis.Ooooh crusty oozing eyes. Not exactly romantic eh?

The pressure-dont act like there isnt any. People feel so much pressure to show their love for one another that they get engaged, married, civily united(the homosexual equivilant to a wedding)often to someone they only think they love.

The gifts- cards,flowers,candies,lingerie(dont be such a prude),stuffed animals and jewelry. I can not for the life of my understnad why anyone would choose these preceeding gifts.
Card...you read it once, thank the giver and where does it end up? Framed on the wall? No sorry. Crumpled up on the trash? Yea thats more accurate. Flowers...Yes give me some flowers that are gonna die in a week because HOLY CRAP they've been severed from their roots. I'll pass thanks. Candies...dont get me wrong.Im a chubby chick and I love me some candy. What I dont love is that they dress it up in a velvet box shaped like a heart and jack the price up. Lingerie...it isnt just valentines day that this stuff irratates me. Its everyday. I really dont feel sexy and "in the mood" when im stuffed into this itty bitty lace and satin number. I feel more like an 8 pound sausage in a 2 pound casing. Stuffed animals...if i hear one more high pitched whining stuffed animal blather on about ooey gooey kissy crap Im going to scream myself to death. Jewelry...over priced shiney objects as a token of love? Need I say more?

Well now i feel much better getting that out of my system.