Valentine's Day came and went. I lay in bed with a friend, nursing a hangover, watching soppy films, and eating chocolate. I'm thankful not to have the pressure to do something for someone - not that when I'm with a person, I feel pressurised to do something special. I flat-out disagree with Valentine's Day, and they'll just have to like it or lump it. [It's not particularly interesting, my reasons for disagreeing with the whole concept of V-day, so I'll paraphrase: it's a Clinton's Cards holiday and has no basis in anything real or actually pertaining to truthful emotions of love; it's a money-maker for card companies; the pressure surrounding it is absurd and totally unnecessary; you ought to show your love throughout the year rather than build it up to an acme of love on one particular day].
concernin questions arty
each has his tastes but as for i
i likes a certain party
gimme the he-man's solid bliss
for youse ideas i'll match youse
a pretty girl who naked is
is worth a million statues