I was going to say currently reading. But I finished this yesterday. Oh well, still a worthy title considering the season.
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Ok, I admit it. I love Valentine's Day. I can't help it. It brings out every luvvy-duvvy, sappy impulse in me. Help!
Hey Stacey, thought you might like both sides of the comment coin so here goes. I always believed we should just love one another so much that we don't need one day a year to make sure we get our point across (read as: boost Hallmark/Vermont Teddy Bear's 1st quarter sales). Now nobody get their Valentines panties and or pantaloons in a wad, if you want to go see "Jared" be my guest (I hope that comment isn't geographically limited), all I'm saying is that our women (and men, for that matter), ought to receive special treatment without corporate coaching. But who am I to commit cupid to the combine. Hell...go to it you romantics you, and with my blessing. May God have mercy on your respective wallets and purses. Now I must bid you adieu, before I wear out the ( and ) keys on my keyboard. :)
Okay. You lost me on the "Jared" comment. Must be a regional thing, I'm guessing.
As for everything else, I've got to agree with Valentine's Day being a gratuitous holiday for Hallmark. Then again, I'm also (bitterly) single and this may be clouding my opinion (100%) slightly.
the fuckwit i shagged on dec.21st sent me an instant message tonight. he quit his job as a bartender only to brag that he is now making $22.50/hour getting overtime. i decided to up his label from fuckwit to fucktard tonight. i think it is most suiting don't you think?
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