If only I could find the actual Valentine and not my crappy iPhone picture of it, I’d properly scan it into my computer and give it the "Blingy" praise it deserves. This will have to do. Matt Groening is a genius, I’d donate a kidney or even my first born to get an ounce of his wit and cartooning skills. What a coincidence that it is his birthday today too . . . . . Happy Birthday Mr. Groening!
It’s true friends,Valentine’s Day is ridiculous! I’ve never been a fan, even all those years of having boyfriends on the not so blessed day, I always thought (like most do) “what a stupid day to let someone know you love them or got the hots for them”
I mean what’s the romance of forced romance? Don’t get me wrong . . . .I’m a huge fan of compiling presents for people at all times, and sometimes a random “holiday” here and there is motivation for fun ideas. And as much as I try to think romance is a farce. . . . I’m such a disgusting romantic (admitting this kinda kills me inside).
Not the chocolate, flowers, diamonds, buy me dinner crap . . . .that stuff doesn't stimulate me.
I'm talking about the the random excitement; the can’t eat/sleep/function normally, giddy, queasy butterflies in your stomach, when your boss/coworkers inquire, “Mia what the hell’s gotten into you, your productivity has completely shit the bed” business. Those weird thoughts like why am I thinking about this person and why do I want to know what they’re up to? WTF?, why do I care? I dunno, it doesn’t make sense, I’m just gonna torture myself a bit. Every message, text, blip of communication = instant kid in candy store smile. It’s extra lethal (aka extra awesome) when it appears inexplicably out of nowhere completely blindsiding you with an insane whirlwind of distraction.
It’s so gross, and I think I threw up a little in my mouth typing these past few sentences, furthermore ending my "romance rant" and trying to focus of the real purpose of this message. **will be posted later**
2 comments:
You better finish it... especially the details of your hot date that ended up transpiring that night.. I need the details... ;)
Val, you were my hot date remember? and i think you have better recollection of the night's events than I due to the fact that you made certain i drank twice as much as you . . . .This is gonna be a 3-part entry. be patient, you know the punchline already
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