Cupid's a heartless bastard. I wish he was dead. Well, what do you know? He is! See?
Monday, February 13, 2006
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day
Despite my armour of post-modern, post-industrial, post-everything irony; despite the fact that I know, intellectually and emotionally, that it's a commercial crock of shit designed to boost sales of roses and soppy Hallmark greeting cards; despite the fact that I'm actually rather happy being single: I suspect I shall still have a twinge of angst tomorrow about not being in a relationship.
Cupid's a heartless bastard. I wish he was dead. Well, what do you know? He is! See?
Cupid's a heartless bastard. I wish he was dead. Well, what do you know? He is! See?
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How do I love thee? Let me count the drops of blood draining from my wrists. Thank you for what is probably the only intelligent Valentine's post I've seen today...
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