Valentina's Day

Has always been awful for me. Always. I used to believe it to be a gleeful opportunity to tell someone how you feel about them, but the last time that happened, I was nine years old. Eighteen and in a relationship, I view it differently. My parents made Valentine's Day about red gifts to remind people that even if they are "single" they are not alone. This Valentine's Day, I thought of Vicky. She burned me 3 Metric CDs, one of which is brand new, just released this month. The really is a sweetheart. I bought her a chocolate rose and a non-Valentine's Day card (she hates Valentine's Day). The card has a wild flower on the front, and on the inside I wrote "Roses should be red, Violets should be violet, but who gives a fuck, anyway? Happy Valentine's Day." And then some mushy stuff I won't repeat. You must already know I'm a fruitcake, I don't wanna help that thought any more than I have. I feel good now that I've made Vicky's day :)