I got home to my apartment here at the complex of some company I don't work for. I went to the fabulous Boston Market and ordered the finest 1/2 white chicken they could muster. It was most awesome. So a...we...some.
I just read on Erin's Blog
about her VDAY thing what she did for her ex-boyfriend - and that was amazing - I'll sum it up for all you non-clicker through people - I dont care about the gift that she got but the Roses with things attached to them that said, "I love you because..." and then delivered by different people - now that's effort.
I was going to list my own personal Valentine's day high points that I had done in the past but that would be pointless and just piss me off. Including the one where someone got a car, and another one where I got a person in a play to hand her an engraved photo of us with the Wordsworth poem of Intimation of Immortality engraved on the back - during the fucking play - anyway...and another one where I just put her in a car and took her to the airport and went somewhere - anywhere she wanted. Sucker I am.
My Valentine's Evening -
Phone - look at phone - pick up phone - don't dial phone - drink - look at phone - drink - drink - smoke a cigarette - look out window - write bad poetry - crumble bad poetry and throw said crap - drink - look at phone - picture people enjoying themselves - throw phone - get in car - drive - drive back - give self speech on "fuck em all" - drink - look at broken phone - oh well - give another speach about "not fucking caring" - smoke cigarette - watch TV - write - drink - sleep - wake up 1 hour later - walk in circles - stomach hurts need milk - give another half-assed speech leaning against a counter drinking milk - look at phone - phone is working - how? dont know - 1 missed call - 1 voice mail - almost entrigued - listen to voice mail - roll eyes - hang up - call her back - talk til 2 - feel worse - give one more speech about how awesome I could be - vow to ignore everyone until I'm awesome again - sleep