How I wanted to spend my Valentine’s day:
Watching horror flicks, dying my hair and drinking tall boys.
How I am about to spend my Valentine’s day:
Turning off the zombie movie in the middle of the good part so I can wash the dye out of my hair in a hurry well before its allotted “taking time,” hoping my hair will still be red and not orange, then hurrying over to the best friend’s house because her asshole “boyfriend” broke up with her about a half hour ago because suddenly he is “smitten” with some other girl and so she is a little bit … hysterical.
That is, the best friend is hysterical. I am sure newly “smited” girl is just fucking fine and enjoying HER night.
Why, oh why Valentine’s day? Why is it when I don’t even bother to fuck with you, you must fuck with me?
Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve some got some coloring-shit to wash out of my hair and some tall boys to deliver.