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My Valentine's Day Love Rant

by The Urban Blabbermouth

I am not fond of Valentine's Day.  What a dumb idea.  Pick one day of the year to celebrate "how I love you" then ignore you for the rest of the year.  Really stupid.   How did we let ourselves get trapped into Valentine's Day?

Then if you don't do something, your girlfriend feels rejected.  How do you figure?  Maybe it's that she did not get a "love" display to show off to her friends.  Yeah, that's what Valentine's Day is really all about, showing off.

If that wasn't bad enough, you have to buy very expensive, overpriced, month-old, red roses that keel over and wilt within one day of purchase.  It's the worst, Love followed by Death.

Stumbled across this on some other blog.  Proper angst for Valentine's Day:

I’m too drunk to write you a poem tonight,
but I miss you like hell
to the point that my mind is stuck on repeats of your smile
I’m too drunk to make good lines
about how much you mean to me
so I’ll just say this
You’re the answers I’m hoping to find in the bottom of my cup
Because maybe when I’m too drunk to write you
I’ll be too drunk to forget you won’t be there
When I stumble home 
(Source: sirchiefsalot)

It's a good thing I treat my beloved wife well all year long.  I get to see her smile... all year long.

Love you Honey.


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