today a number of dudes in the office were bitching about how they just HAVE to get their [girlfriends/wives/hookers/fiances/blow-up dolls] some/lots [presents/cards/flowers/dinners/jewelry] for VD. because all girls DEMAND that stuff.
you know, cuz they’re crazed and demented. all of them. and i’m thinking, ‘maybe you’re just dating the wrong girls.’ you know, the fucking retarded ones.
i’ve never understood the whole commotion about valentine’s. it certainly doesn’t interest me: all things pink make me vomitous, i hate flowers, and if someone dared give me an stuffed animal that gyrates and sings sappy songs in high-pitched MIDI i’d stab them in the throat. commercialized trivialization of intimate feelings…team america, FUCK YEAH!
oh well…not my bag and i don’t care, but the over-abundance of chocolate items strewn about the office is making me stabby. that and the Business Trip from Hell yesterday…i need a nap.
or a drink.
and have neither the time nor luxury for either.
le sigh.
