The Annual Inevitably Cynical "I Hate Valentine's" Post

You know, I had to actually check if I had written about Valentine's before. Of course I had (and previous posts can be found here and here), which is both impressively and depressingly consistent at the same time.

Not one wanting to break with tradition, I'm happy to say that I didn't receive any cards or messages today; not even a gag-pity-e-card. But then that's okay since I DON'T ACTUALLY CARE ANYWAY. But I understand that some do, and for you guys Urban Dictionary has some good entries on what Valentine's Day really stands for. Go stick those up your nose holes, you exploited and whipped consumers.

As for me, my plans this evening involve a trip to the cinema. Possibly even on my own. That'll be more than enough for me; I just hope that it won't all be spoiled by countless inconsiderate couples or, even worse, jovial gangs of over-compensating sistahood single women. Why aren't you all making the same effort every other day of the year anyway, huh?