Valentine's Day.

Let's talk about it. Let's not ignore it.

I already washed my sexy lingerie so that it would be clean on all hearts day. My plan is to look really good so that I'll feel really good to try and balance out some of the self hatred that lingers in the air on that day. I have not decided if I will try to make this day corny too with a corny romcom, a giant bottle of wine, and some kind of sweets - cookies or brownies or cake. My alternative is to avoid the world at all costs and drink my bottle of wine downstairs in my room doing who knows what. Either way I will be avoiding Facebook. I encourage this, especially to those of you who, like me, are inclined to the snappy offline comments.

I really, really, really hope my sister has plans so that I can have the house to myself. Plus it would help justify the spite I have towards her for ditching me lately for her events group. I also want to be justified so that my suspicions that she's secretly texting one of those guys will be spot on.

Also if you are single and you want to torture yourself, keep on listening to Quiet Company.

Labels: Quiet Company, Valentine's Day