I walked into the room tonight while there was a story being shat onto the airwaves about some utter wanker in the UK who wrapped a house in a bow or something and flew his vomitous girlfriend in in a helicopter and had an excrement of a media circus waiting so that he could... what. What was he doing? He was masturbating on public television, that's what the smarmy twat was doing. Fuck - it wasn't even Valentine's Day. It's Valentine's Day here tomorrow (okay, so it's late and it's technically tomorrow now) so he'd gotten in two days early... What the crapping hell is wrong with people?
Idiot.
Idiots.
Bah.
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I hate, hate, hate, hate Valentine's Day. Do you get that I hate it? Commercial propaganda that basically tells you love is a Hallmark card, flowers or a chocolate. Vomit.
Love is someone holding your head when you vomit. Love is when hubby washes the dishes, does the laundry, vacuums etc, without asking. Love is having a crappy day and the other person knowing. Love is when whatever ridiculous thing makes you happy, such as perving on Tom Welling from Smallville, becomes a priority and he understands your need to spend hundreds of dollars on a tv show. Well anyway, that's my idea of love.
I second that, amra, couldn't have put it any better. Except for perhaps the bit about Tom Welling...
Spot on Amra. I'm a total sucker for a good love story and I love real romance, but Valentine's Day... don't get me started. oh wait - I already did get started.
And yeah. What's a Tom Welling?
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