Hey. After a lot of whining and sniveling, and about a bottle of wine (no pun intended), I decided to take out my frustration in writing. I'm using this blog as a catharsis for my total loathing, and hatred of Valentine's Day. Who in their right mind would actually celebrate this God forsaken holiday? Huh? If any of you answer me, you are no longer my friend. Just kidding, but really? It's a day propagated and perpetuated by the greeting card/restaurant/florist conglomerate that secretly rules and executes all non-religious holidays (and some religious ones too. Ever heard of Easter with Jesus? I didn't think so). Why should we support this evil enterprise with our money and efforts? And why isn't every day a day to celebrate the relationships we have romantic or otherwise?
At any rate, this St. Valentine's day was no different than the 24 valentine's days I have experienced in my day, the exception being that I have a blog now and cyber space can now hear my ranting rather than my pillow or family members. The only thing that made this day any better was the first graders. Ah, saved again by the 7 year olds. The funniest thing I saw was a little kid sticking his arms down his bib-overalls and running around crying "I'm a Penguin! I'm a Penguin!" It was seriously hilarious. Maybe you had to be there.
Oh, I already have FIRST GRADER QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
"I'm gonna shoot me a hummingbird. I hear they're good eatin'."
Funny stuff.
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