Exactly two weeks left 'til the most dreaded, hated and bittersweet day everyone seems to look forward to anyway, Valentine's. >.< Can someone please stick a hammer in the back of my head an put me in a coma until the 14th of Feb. has passed, please? *begs on knees* PLEASE?!

The whole We're-such-a-sweet-couple-we-give-each-other-roses-because-we-have-to thing really really gets to me. I mean, who even means what they say on Valentine's anyway? All that gooey pooey slimey commercial stuff sucks real bad, too. You spend you hard earned (or begged from parents) money on plastic weird stuff with 'I You' printed on it in tacky letters and give it to that dude/dudette you've had a crush on for what seems like your whole life only to get dragged into the Valentine's day aftershock where everyone sits at home downing Ben & Jerry's because they have been so ruthlessly turned down by the love of their sad little life. <-- that was some sentence.

The luckier of our kind will also be busy whining to the unluckier of our kind about some sweet little poem they received about how perfect they are. Which makes the part of out hearts go into overdrive where it works away all the agressive and murderous thoughts and emotions that might pop into our tainted, innocent minds. *weeps in desperation*

But anyway, I guess I'm also one of those people who look forward to it anyway even though it sucks. At least I don't have to spend this Valentine's with my mouldy grandpa who pinches my face every 5 minutes. Hopefully, this won't be another utterly boring, unromantic and lonely Valentine's just like the last 15 of my life, though I don't think I really cared that much when I was 2. o.O

Right.. A friend of mine just got a sonnet from her boyfriend. GAWD. SOMEBODY KILL ME.

It's two weeks early, those freakin' twats!!

I'm so emo right now. <-- NOT REALLY

I've run out of cynical crap to babble about.

Bye. *sniffle*