A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

I know.

I know it's one of the most contrived, commercialized holidays in existence. I know that it exists primarily for greeting card companies and flower shops and candy makers to get all excited over a gee-eye-normous profit, and that walking into Walmart and being confronted with the sight of balloons and pink heart-emblazoned coffee mugs and cheap red silky boxer shorts, I want to throw up in my mouth a little.

But I still wish he could be here for it.


casey said...
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casey said...

Im sorry you have to spend it alone! Hope you eat lots of yummy chocalate and watch some sappy movie that makes you feel better~