got her stunna shades on.

to show that i love you
believe it or not.

love's an excuse to get hurt.

this song makes my bits tingle. 

and when the clothes are strewn

don't be afraid of the room.

touch the fullness of her breast,

feel the love of her caress-

she will be your living end. 

Valentine's Day is just a holiday invented by greeting card companies to force feed the masses their concepts of ideal romanticism. I call bullshit on all the candy and hearts stuff. If you really love someone do something that proves it; actually listen when they talk, make sure they know your love is unconditional, if you tell them you'll be there for them always, mean it. It's been my experience that people try super hard on Valentine's Day to prove to their significant other that they really love them by running out and buying a dozen roses from Walmart at the last minute. [actually saw that yesterday, dude was buying them at like 6:30 in the evening and bookin' it back to his car. kinda funny.] Or dropping $50 on the good ones from the flower store. Or buying those expensive Russel Stoffer [or however it's spelled] candy sets that the woman will inevitably mouth in like two sittings and then feel horribly guilty for doing so. Plus, the male counterpart  will then come home and want to try and sneak one while she's at work and it'll be just a box of wrappers. The reaction will be something like this: "dude, wtf? at least throw the damn box away."

The romance stuff that most girls go ga-ga over is so cheesy anyway. Seriously? You know what I think is romantic? When a guy opens the door for you, or puts your socks on for you while you're getting dressed. When he gives you a back rub after you've had a long day at work and school. Leaving notes on the night stand if they leave before you so you wake up smiling and thinking of them. Surprising you at work with lunch. Bringing tampons to you at work because you started your period and didn't have any in your purse. Going to the store and buying you shampoo because he noticed you were out. Sitting and watching Gone with the Wind with you even though he hates chick fliks, even more than he hates old movies. Foot rubs. Especially when he takes your shoes and socks off for you and does it without you have to ask for it. Cuddling on the couch after work. When he comes up and puts his arms around you while you're doing the dishes. Spontaneous sex in the kitchen while you're cooking dinner. Reading stories to you before bed because you asked him to. Buying you a teddy bear and not making fun of you when you carry it everywhere and can't sleep without it. Coming to tuck you in if you go to sleep before he does. Making playlists dedicated to you. Making sure to kiss you goodbye before he walks out the door. Calling to talk to you as you fall asleep any time you're apart. Letting you whine about petty shit because you don't want to talk about what's really bothering you.. Then still listening when you get to the tears... As you can see, I could go on with this for awhile. Maybe my own ideas of romanticism are cheesy too, but I find that it's the little things that make me smile the most.

At least I didn't spend it alone like I thought I was going to... Which is y'know, always a bonus. I went to bed with a smile on my face, I'll just leave it at that. Most of the problems in my life have been caused by people with dangly bits...and I've changed so many other bad habits, I'm gonna go ahead and change that one too. Me, meetings, school, work & then possibly extracurricular activities if there's time. In that order. Doesn't really leave much room for the dangly bits portion, does it?



courtesy; grateful.dead/bright.eyes/david.bowie/lil.boosie.

[okay, let me explain; I know I said I hated Bright Eyes, and I still do. But I like that lyric as it turns out. It is bothersome that he was the one who wrote it... but whatevs. You can't always choose the parts you appreciate.]