So apparently I'm one of the only people who truly loathes Valentine's Day...why is that? You'd think someone else would despise the stupid made-up holiday for the pain it causes those that don't have someone to celebrate love with. Valentine's Day has the #1 record of suicides than any other day in the year. People are already depressed about their lack of a significant other, so why push them?
I haven't done a great deal of suffering; it just annoys me to have all the gushy pink hearts around me on a regular basis. YUCK! >.< I can't stand such feminine things. Hahaha, roses are nice though; got a white one from my dad.
Gosh...I'm always extremely uncoordinated on the fourteenth, too; I always dread the morning of it because...yeah...too much love. So I was extremely worried for work, and rightfully so. I was mortified; a guy almost twice my age asked if I wanted a "hot date" with either him or his brother. And then...hahahahaha, this is the best part- some college guy walked in, took one look and my face, and wrinkled his visage in disgust. I was laughing at how horrible it was, and then when he had to come through a lane, mine was the only free one, so I was just mirthful as I watched him hesitate before reluctantly walking in. Don't know what his problem was, but it brought me a great deal of amusement.
