Another year, another Valentine’s day sans autre significatif, turning into quite of a pattern. Sure, it’s a Hallmark Holiday (it’s alright to look for the hallmark on the back of the day) to sell cardboard splattered with pink, decomposing vegetation, and sugary milk solids in boxes which may or may not be in the shape of parts possessed by women. But maybe it would be fun, maybe.
I’ve never been on the receiving end of an honest valentine, or gotten a candy-gram or whatever. Still, I guess I’ll miss richard’s odd Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle valentines he used to spring on us at uni. Heheh. But other than that, I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything to change, as I haven’t.
Anyway, a lament for the day as it ever has been. I have nothing further to add.
