So, it's Valentine's Day. And yes, I got absolutely ZERO valentines. And if I hadn't wheedled a poor sick friend, I would've eaten dinner alone. And I spent the evening -- yes, Valentine's evening -- watching a crappy Cronenburg flick full of perverse sexual maneuvers with the more pathetic remnants of my film class. BUT--
--life is not so bad. For one thing, there's my health. I have that. Also, I am not dead. I have that too. My sick friend was kind enough to purchase gifts for me, gifts I do not deserve but appreciate none the less. They are:
1.) a real honest-to-God-look-Ma-I'm-just-like-Stephen-King mini-corder, complete with batteries and tapes,
2.) a stuffed puppy reminiscent of my absent furry friend,
3.) one not-wilted rose.
Also, I have candy. Also, I am not dead.
I must remember that when the fact that I am either too unlovely or too fucked-up in the head to date anyone sticks in my throat. To the steak-y chunk of my self-pity I administer the Heimlich maneuver of a reality check and, inso doing, clear of obstruction the great esophagus of my daily life.
All humour aside, happy Valentine's Day, friends. I love you guys lots lots lots, and am oh-so-lucky to have you beside me in the college trenches.
Wait--did somebody just hear Ted Lavender scream?
1 comment:
Becky! I love you. Though not in that romantic, Valentiney way. Sorry, dude. Hey, if it makes you feel any better, the only Valentines I recieved were from you and my grandma. Yes, hot, steamy Valentine action from grandmama. And I spent last night alone, watching Oklahoma on my computer. I opted out of going to this anti-Valentine's party my roommates were having, cuz if there's one thing worse than a Valentine's Day cardboard-hearts-and-feather-roses-bash, it's a bitter young hetero womens anti-Valentine's Day bitchfest. Or at least that's my thinking.
Which Cronenberg film?
Thanks for the package, btw! The Vegas pen is AWESOME. Holy crap. Makes you want to believe in a universe w/out A______ s_______. I just sent you a parcel yesterday, in fact...or was it Monday? At any rate, expect that poste-haste...or in 5-7 days, whichever comes last.
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