Friday, February 13, 2009

Don't hate the online dater, hate the sad, sad game

Makes me kinda happy to actually have someone to share this awful holiday with. Until I wake up the next morning looking at a half eaten heart shaped box of Ferrero Rocher (that I haven't touched yet) and a bouquet of flowers that mysteriously died the instant sunlight shined on it... and then suddenly one wonders why they traded in a happy life of shameless promiscuity for the comforts of futon sex.

Just kidding. (Kinda.)

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