Monday, February 13, 2012

I Hate Tomorrow.

It's February the Thirteenth. And we all know what that means. 

~*~*~*Tomorrow is Valentine's Day~*~*~*

BLEH. Gag me. I hate Valentine's day. You know why? 'Cause I'm a bitter, surly bastard.

And Valentine's Day snuck up on us really fast this year. I was blissfully unaware of the date. Then I looked at a calendar and this was me: 


Day = Ruined. Valentine's day is not nice for recently heartbroken and painfully single folks. I happen to be both of those things. And I'm usually not heartbroken around Valentine's. Usually I'm just single and having a bitchin' time with my gal pals. EX: 

Last year on St. Valentine's Day, my best friend and I were celebrating her birthday at an awesome sports bar. We watched my favorite hockey team absolutely destroy their opponent, then we drank and danced and it was memorable times. 



The year prior to that was also awesome. I went on Vacation with my friend. My ass was on a beach. In Cuba. You and I both know it doesn't get much better than that. 

The Canadian Puck Bunny visits Cuba!

 But what's happening on this year's Valentine's Day? I'm writing a midterm exam while sitting next to That Cute Guy that happens to have a girlfriend. I intend on eating icecream while watching hockey and I'll probably look just like this: 

As of now, I have decided that V-Day actually stands for  
Vaginal Trichomoniasis Day
There, not so pleasant now, is it? Muahaha.




Although I suppose I could make an effort and be a good sport about this Valentine's Day thing. Maybe I'll wear my Heinously Ugly Pink Harem Pants tomorrow! Maybe, just maybe, I'll get lucky and by some miracle have a good day tomorrow. And I really hope that all you other lonely mother fuckers have a good day too. Maybe I'll bring you all a super steamy post filled with photos of ridiculously gorgeous men. 

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