Vuck Falentine's.

I had such an awesome Valentine's Day it's almost too good to type.  It started out peaceful--a nice church service about Righteousness and afterwards some coffee with my friend Karina and her husband.  I went home to a large pile of dirty dishes and laundry.  I took care of those chores happily.  Then came the homework.  What a delight to be analyzing Central American climagraphs and poetry about the war in Sudan.  I took a 2 hour nap sometime after washing my towels in my bathroom and vacuuming the living room.

When I woke up it was dark.  I sauntered to the refrigerator in search of something I could not find.  I wanted those peanut butter cookies with the little Hershey's kisses in the middle.  I didn't have chocolate and didn't want to go to the grocery store for Hershey's kisses on Valentine's Day (people might get the wrong impression--that I was sharing those kisses with someone else!) so I spooned 3 spoonfuls of peanut butter into a bowl with some brown sugar and oatmeal and flour and (surprisingly) this hit the spot for peanut butter cookies with Hershey's kisses in the middle.  Then I got a craving for chips, and even though I cut pretzels and unnecessary carbs out of my diet, I saw this as a special occasion to splurge.  I bought cheddar and sour cream Ruffles and some ranch dip.  What a glorious snack to go with the 5th of Bacardi I'd been saving for nights like this!
So you must understand that I'm not one of those hopeless romantics (like Bridget Jones) thinking that Valentine's Day will come and wash away all my dire loneliness.  The only thing is, that all relationships I've ever attempted to be in since like, 8th grade, seem to end up like this--they either fall apart right before V-Day, or they start the day/week after.  Usually I at least have my parents to come home to, to watch something hopelessly romantic with (at least it is some form of human interaction).  My roommate, of course, has a very serious boyfriend--and so do all my friends up here.  The boy I've been seeing had to work today and tonight, but we aren't even officially dating (I don't think) so who knows if we had even hung out even if he was in town.

So, as the picture shows, my night included Bacardi straight from the bottle, a few cigarettes (which I only smoke when heavily intoxicated and heavily depressed--both of which I happened to be), and my favorite romantic comedies of all time: Forget Paris, Father of the Bride part II, and a small portion of Something's Gotta Give, until I passed out.  

What I'm trying to say is that Valentine's Day FUCKING sucks, especially when you're not sure if you're dating someone or just seeing someone and that certain someone happens to be working and all you happen to be doing is drinking and doing homework and posting about your pathetic experience on Blogger.

(So much for living Righteously.)
Namaste.