It irritates me for some reason... The pink,flowery,ruffled,heartness...is...fucking...crazy.
Wile I walk alone to La Grenouille with my new bebe dress for some...dinner party at a yaht club or what ever the fuck my stupid family is making me go..People on the streets,EVERYWERE,today were being the ever classic couples that are shown on T.V every fucking moment, like a man going to buy some ring or diamond necklace for their "Valentine" like in a Zales commertial...
At the party me and my family are aquainted by concieted pengiun priks and spoiled rotten rich bitches with that.. what I like to call "Rich bitch accents",and for long hours listend to fat diamonised women gush over their valentines gifts, or how pissed they are at their husbend for not getting them something,but onily to their utter surprize, gives the woman yet another diamond ring to add to her collection during the dinner party. And yes other men and boy's presenting ther woman a gift for Vday all around me.....and how annoying it was...
Ahhh...yes...me? I did get a neaklace...but I positively loathe that person..."Richerd" and all of his concieted flamboyantness.Fucking Richerd wants to be my Valentine eh? Hah...how 'bout no Dick?Ahh but ol' Dick dont like to take "no" for an answer.... .....im going to kill Richerd one day...you just watch me. I will.
But being surrounded by the foney swooning of rich women made me slightly jealous...and irritated at the same time,partly because I absolutly dispise wealthy people...or rather, the steriotypical wealthy persons attitude....and that I felt out of place.On top of that I hate Prada highheels, they fucking killed my feet.
My family calls me a discrace..because I dont spend my money like fucking hell and that I wont marry some rich guy like Richerd...and that I am in love with this scruffy, rock, gitarist whose name is Micheal, and whom they forbid me to marry because...hes what they call a "loser". <---That right there is parents trying to persuade me useing pre-teen lables....uhm..im 19...not 12..not 9...ok..
.....mmmm....Micheal...*looks vacantly*
ANYWAY...So what happend on your V-day? Dont you hate people?Rich people? Teehee..
Bring me love songs / Sing me black tunes
Read me kind words /Of sun and moon
Love me freely / Open up to me
Feel me closely / Say you love me
*YoU kNoW yOu LoVe Me*
I actually liked this years Val's Day, though I loathe mushiness, pretentious or not. It's a pretty good laugh. Sure, everyone becomes as emotional as fuck, but I got a cheque and you probably didn't. Nyahhh.
I had a normal V-day. Some roses and candy from my mommy and daddy (along with a corny card). They even got me the yellow roses instead of red because, well, they're better ^^ (white's the best though)
Later I went to the mall with two of my brothers and my mom and on the way back this guy was talking about how tommorow was V-day on the radio. It couldn't have been pre-recorded because they were also giving the weather forcast for the next day ._. Poor guy, hope he's not married or has a girlfriend....
Been there, done that... It is a good stress reliver though.
Mmmm......Micheal...
Bring me love songs / Sing me black tunes
Read me kind words /Of sun and moon
Love me freely / Open up to me
Feel me closely / Say you love me
*YoU kNoW yOu LoVe Me*
Eveyone tells me that Valentines day is a reminder of how lonely they are. I say that's pathetic. Not really, but I mean, even if you don't have that 'special somebody' in your life, you should still enjoy the holiday. Personally, I just like it for the chocolate. Yuuuuuuuuuum. >9
"lovers were of all people the most disagreeable."