It has come to my attention that it is almost Valentine's Day again: the most heinous of all holidays.
I have gradually become disillusioned with Valentine's Day over the past few years. Here's why:
Feb 14, 2005: Bad Smell and I get drunk at the pub. He presents me with a ring that he fashioned out of a paperclip while he was at work during the day. Thank god it wasn't a real ring because right now I'd be married to a loser and barefoot and pregnant in a caravan somewhere.
Feb 14, 2006: Bad Smell and I are in the middle of an epic five-day argument over Jason. I haven't been home for three days and have been staying at Miss Contradiction's place. We get drunk and celebrate love day by overeating and watching Fatal Attraction. And possibly OD-ing on Stillnox later.
The closest I get to a Valentine's Day message is when Jason texts me with abuse.
I'd lay money on the fact that this Valentine's Day will involve myself and Miss Contradiction sitting at the pub for the badge draw. If we want to get into the spirit of the day we can do it by picking up. Or failing that, leering at men.
I hate Valentine's Day. It's for losers and those sad couples who hold hands and call each other pet names and stuff.
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I just realised I do have something to do this Valentine's Day.
I'm going to the launch of Blu-ray and have been invited to 'fall in love with the latest Blu-ray products'. Oh well, beats falling in love with an actual person, I guess.
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