Alllll by myseeeeeeelllllffff

Well folks, here it is. The standard "Goddammitit'sValentine'sDayandIfeeldamnedsorryformyself"post:

While I generally enjoy being single, it's shitty holidays like this one where I feel hopelessly alone and rejected.

April called me earlier, crying because Will had sent her flowers and candy. And then not that long ago, she called me again telling what he had done for her. Apparently he had ordered Chinese food, bought wine, and moved the table from the kitchen into his bedroom.

While part of me was gagging over this, the other .0001 was insanely jealous. Because let's face it, there's something awfully sad about sitting here alone eating chicken and fake potatoes by yourself.

And even though I think that Valentine's Day is a corporate sham, preying on the fact that humans are unable to express emotions the other 364 days a year, that miniscule part of me wishes I had someone to share these potatoes with.

I did receive cards from my parents, along with $40, as well as a card from the dog. Sadly, I was most excited about the cash.