I just realized that it’s just a less than a week before Valentine’s Day. As much as I try block out the world when everyone starts to become mushy, there will be a couple of people who will break into my zen bubble and piss the hell out of me. You will then see me retreat into my room, crying, bird in hand, wanking off. Okay, to be really honest, I’m not even making a huge deal out of Valentine’s anymore. It’s like the whole novelty of the stupid day has died for me. Also, I don’t even know if I’m willing to blow half my salary for a bouquet of roses anymore. You know, if I’m going to invest in getting laid, I’d be better off handing girls a note that says “Let’s fuck! No? K.”
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