I'm not generally one to mope and fret about having been single for every Valentine's Day ever, but I'll admit that everyone else's giddy glee grates on my nerves. It's not that I feel sorry for myself for being single but I certainly don't need my nose rubbed in it like it's a stain on the carpet. And there really is only so much of this pink and frilly heart-shaped doily chocolate-covered smoochy rose-petalled hand-holding pepto-bismol laced gag fest that a boy can take. But I'm not bitter. Oh no, not me.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
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