Monday, February 13, 2012

uno mas

I lied, I feel like making a ranty Valentine's post.

For starters, I care about this holiday as much as I care about President's Day or any other random holiday in the year that serves no purpose other than a.) getting you out of school early or b.) providing you with an occasion to dress up.

I guess the reason Valentine's is a step above President's Day is because it gives me an excuse to bake and pretend I'm a kitchen goddess. Which I'm not..but I love pretending to be.

ANNYway. I can tell you what tomorrow isn't meant to be, and that's a day to hate on yourself and be depressed and whiny and make the wahmbulance work overtime. No need for that nonsense. Since when does love have to mean romance? I hate the idea of someone having to search high and low for a date just because they feel like it's the right thing to do. Don't happen to have a date this year? Awesome, call up your mom and go grab dinner with her! Get in touch with your best friend[s] and eat shitty food! Buy doggie treats for your puppy! Really, why would anyone turn down a day entirely dedicated to being a fucking cheeseball and telling all the wonderful, perfect, amazing people in your life that you absolutely don't deserve to have around you that they're the shit? This isn't the 15th century anymore, chicks are not getting married at the age of 13. People stay single and it's unrealistic and annoying to set yourself up for these ridiculous standards. Maybe February 14th isn't a good day for you to go on a date! It's a Tuesday, for godsake.

Gah. I guess I can't hate too much, I know I was a 14-year-old desperate for all this bullshit once upon a time.

Side note, I really want to go buy cheesy, 3rd grade Valentine's cards. That might have to happen.

In conclusion, fuck the man, do your thing, don't hate your life, AND ENJOY THE SHIT OUT OF THIS UPCOMING VALENTUESDAY.

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