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.