so play the violins
QOD in progress: music to cry to
so play the violins
Today is something special, right? It's...it's...oh yes! It's my friend Tim's birthday! Happy birthday, Tim. I will be listening to Smashing Pumpkins all day in your honor.
Of course you can't escape the fact that today is Valentine's Day because every television show and radio station and every co-worker with the ultra romantic boyfriend will not let you forget it. I mean, happiness to those who think today is a wonderful day and celebrate it accordingly. I hope you enjoy your day and that you are not let down when that teddy bear your s.o. bought you explodes.
I think Valentine's Day should be a day to express whatever feeling is in your heart. It doesn't have to be good. If Cupid's arrow shot and missed, that's not your fault, is it? And if Cupid's arrow got permanently stuck up your ass, you can't be blamed, right? So let your feelings out. Tell your ex or that girl you stalked that paid no attention to you or that guy who wouldn't leave his wife even though he promised what you really think. Send them a live, beating heart (one from an animal rather than a human is preferable). Send them anthrax. Wait outside their house until they come out to go to work and then spray them with mace. Purge those bad feelings from your heart! Or, if you don't feel like getting arrested, you can always send them one of these cards or one of these. Or umm... these.
On a related note, I am number ten on google for valentine blowjobs, number one for hating valentine and number 12 for star wars litigation. If I could combine my hatred of George Lucas in a post about valentine blowjobs, I could take over the world!
I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Must be the medication. Or that dream I had last night where my ex was running after me with a cleaver. Or the fact that my head is so stuffed that I can't think straight. I do have a valentine and I made him a homemade card using construction paper and sharpies and condoms.
So I thought I would actually do something nice for Valentine's Day (even though I'm making my kids heart shaped pancakes for breakfast. They don't even like pancakes, but god damn it, they'll eat them anyhow) and send out V-Day love to some blogs I've been reading but have not thrown up in my side bar yet (which is getting revamped this weekend). So umm...be my valentine:
And RIP Waylon Jennings. His music will always remind me of my cousin Billy, back when Billy was a good guy who bought me beer and took me to concerts. Before he let his life fall into the cliche of a bad country song.
So, is it safe to swig NyQuil at work all day? Think anyone will notice?