First and foremostly important comment on this day: Get bent and drop dead. I could go on a rant about how commercialised this holiday is, but frankly I would just be going against everything I believed in as a child. Who didn’t love making the little valentines and giving them to other people in their little cubby-holes or baskets made for their desks. Or receiving candy-grams in high school, or should I say more likely delivering them. But those time have passed and I’ve sadly become a 20 year old bitter person, so instead of bitching about comercialisation I will just have a reflection on the glorious day.

Secondly, what the hell is with this S.A.D. (Singles Awareness Day), that’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard since Carla denying botox (as if eh?). Anyways, that’s just some retarded day for single people to make themselves feel better about all the lovey-dovey crap that’s going around. Well I for one won’t stand for it. Be ashamed of yourselves people; it makes me roll my eyes, which makes me tired, which makes me want to be unproductive… Bottom line, it’s not good for me!

So as I’m sitting here burning rose insense with my candle, reflecting on Valentines Day, I can’t help but talk about what  I did for the ‘glourious’ day. I woke up at 12.00 for my 13.00 class, I dressed in all black and emo. When I say emo, for all those who don’t know what emo means, it’s emotional. Refer to Google Images for emo style reference. The all black really did work wonders compared to everyone else, where pink, red, and purple seemed to dominate. What makes the day even better was the pathetic fallacy, the rain that didn’t sease! Right, back to emo. So waking up, and praying to myself that I only spend 1 hour in public, turned out fine. I went to class, came back, and went back to bed and stayed as a hermit for the remainder of the day, except dinner where I felt the need to binge on unhealthy food.

I’m forgetting important deails, an emo can’t be emo without black eyeliner and little tear drops drawn in. Don’t ask for photos, because such things don’t exist as I wasn’t in public long enough to be noticed. However, having said that my trip to the McDonald’s was extremely eventful (unfortunately). Why can’t people just take a hint, emos don’t want to be talked to. Honestly!

So I’m standing in line at McDonalds trying to think of why my line is going the slowest, but it makes perfect sense.. Karma, right!? Anyways, so I get tapped on the shoulder by three other emos. I rolled my eyes and asked myself “Why me?” And turned around again. But of course these weren’t real emos of course, just fake ones who seemed to find me extremely attractive. Why is it that when we want to be not-noticed, we get noticed the most? Anyways, I get asked to come home with them so that they can, and I quote, “Show me a good time.” I laughed in their face, and told them that they should wish that, and thank god the cashier opened up.

Can’t people take a hint, that maybe other people’s wishes about not celebrating holidays should be respected? Can’t people take a hint that maybe the eroticisms that they enjoy aren’t looked well upon by others; like seriously and orgy, kidding right (I hoped so)? Whatever, I just came back to my room and binged on food, and it was oh so good. I even went to bed fairly early so all in all it was a good day.

I guessed I didn’t call myself the anti-christ of love and St:Valentin for no reason! Represent what you believe in (bitches!)!! Okej, I’m done trying to be ghetto; I’m far too white, and far too classy to even attempt to pull that off.