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Friday, February 13, 2004

Happy Sappy Goat-Whacking Day

I have never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day - even when I had a date, my feelings regarding the holiday vacillated between shrugging and apathy. Last year was probably the worst, as EVERYONE I knew was in a relationship and ridiculously happy as a result, but I was depressed all the time then. No reason to blame it on the day.

This year, however, there are numerous reasons to enjoy the season of lovin':

  • I got the cutest post-modern Valentine's day card from my parents yesterday, which I may prop up on my desk while working on the PoMo RomCom this weekend.
  • Lady Sisyphus has taught me about the proper ways to celebrate the day, some of which involve goat-whacking.
  • There are not one, but two, fabulous-sounding parties this weekend, at which I will undoubtedly find Twoo Luvvv.
  • I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow so that Twoo Luvvv will not be frightened off by split ends.
  • Not to mention the fact that it's Eric's birthday tomorrow, which is always a reason to celebrate.
  • I get Monday off, which is DIVINE.
  • In case of zombie attack, Das Roomie has given me permission to use her frozen steaks as Zombie Distraction while I hide in my bathroom.
  • I'm not afraid of zombies anymore, as a result.
  • I like my life

And, most importantly, yesterday I saw a picture of two people in love. And there's nothing better than that.

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