im crying right now. i want someone to hold me in her arms and tell me its ok......just fucking with you. im ok dudes. how have you guys been? i got nothing new to report. same shit different day. guess what? tomorrow is mudda fucking valentines day, and let me tell you, i fucking hate this day so much. two reasons why. number one: single people feel like complete social shit on that day. and number two. you guys in relationships feel obligated to buy your significant other some sort of gift that supposed to symbolize your relationship. fuck that. you should be showing your love everyday, no matter if it is valentines day or not. and thats what people dont understand.
and another thing that pisses me off is people mostly use that day as an excuse to get laid. if you didnt get in their pants already, dont expect anything to go down (no pun intended). im glad i dont believe in these little bullshit wanna be holidays. my ass would go broke buying shit for every occasion.
well it looks like im spending another valentines day alone. i know, i just got through talking shit about cupids work day, but fuck it. having someone else's company wouldnt hurt. being single every valentines day in your life does get boring.
before i sign off for tonight, i really want everyone reading this to put in their two cents on a specific matter. i really want to write a book. thing is, what the fuck should i write about? in my head i have this story about a serial killer going on a rampage one last night trying to meet his body count goal. dont fucking ask why i would write about that, just know i love horror movies and sad endings with a little dab in-fucking-sane shit. should i go with it or no?
now if you excuse me, im gonna go watch sleepless in seattle and cry myself to sleep. good fucking night.
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