It really *is* sad when your fucking horoscope on www.theonion.com, of all places, is dead-on accurate:
Cancer: (June 22—July 22)
Valentine's Day is once again almost upon you, and once again, it doesn't mean anything at all.
I've always hated--HATED--Valentine's Day. This year, the first fucking "happy couple" I see dripping chocolatey slobber on one another's chins or gazing sentimentally into one another's eyes is going to get stabbed right in the neck. The *next* "happy couple" I see after that will get the same thing. And then the next, and the next, and the....
Cancer: (June 22—July 22)
Valentine's Day is once again almost upon you, and once again, it doesn't mean anything at all.
I've always hated--HATED--Valentine's Day. This year, the first fucking "happy couple" I see dripping chocolatey slobber on one another's chins or gazing sentimentally into one another's eyes is going to get stabbed right in the neck. The *next* "happy couple" I see after that will get the same thing. And then the next, and the next, and the....
wow, I'm right there with ya...
Date: 2004-02-04 09:57 pm (UTC)Re: wow, I'm right there with ya...
Date: 2004-02-05 07:25 am (UTC)Wait. That's what *I* write on them.
Dang.
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Date: 2004-02-05 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-05 12:30 am (UTC)cancer
Date: 2004-02-05 03:26 am (UTC)rock!