Bummer.
Alright, since it’s V-day after all, I will spend the whole day listening to whatever love songs that I’ve got in my computer. Haven’t got much, so this means that a lot of songs will be repeated.
Why am I doing this? I just want to be part of the fray for once. I remember being young and dateless and wanting to go to Gurney Drive to spit on lovey-dovey couples. I’ve come to terms with that. Now I just feel like throwing sand in their eyes.
Jokes aside, I hope that you’ll have a good V-day (also known as Fucktart day). If you don’ts have a date, make a date with yourself. I will cook myself a good dinner, have myself a beer and snuggle up with Tess of the D’Urbervilles. That’s pleasure enough.
I suppose loneliness is pretty damn reliable - you just have to get acquainted with it, coddle it and rename it as solitude.
So Happy Fucktart Valentine’s Day y’all. Have a blast.
