Or Single Awareness Day. To each his own. Now don't go taking away too much meaning from this...I only worked with what I had and what I had was too many goodbyes and gotchas. But I like it.

Now go spread some love with candy and gay valentines (and by "gay" I mean "happy" and /or "cheerful" unless it involves a pink Care Bear with a rainbow on his tummy, but you have to work with what you have).

I'm going to go make out right now. Only I'm really not. I'm actually going to go back to work. But it would be nice to make out...

I'm going to shut up.

Happy Valentines!

Note to readers: The "this" I"m referring to in the first paragraph is referring to the photograph and not hatred of the holiday. I was speaking of the bag of conversation hearts that I had to create the photo.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006 | 1:06 PM | LINK |