This is my third Valentine's Day with my girlfriend and it's the third time we've made each other swear we'd buy nothing for the other. It's a stupid, pointless holiday for a million reasons that nobody needs me to point out. I *always* make sure to go grocery shopping on Feb. 14 though cause I always laugh when I see all the saps at Publix buying shitty overpriced flowers in a late, last-ditch effort at being romantic.
Yay for sincerity and trust, boo to commercialization of romance, I guess.
This year, I find once again how much my girlfriend wants me to be a better man, but accepts the schlub she is stuck with.
I wrote her a poem and cooked her a romantic dinner, because I am far more creative than wealthy. Also, I went to the crapass suburban area we grew up in. Cause she's still there, the poor thing.
She raided a JC Penney clearance sale and got me ridiculous amounts of clothing. And just for funsies, a Clash T-Shirt and she made me four buttons for the army surplus jacket I've yet to purchase.
The pins depict - Andy Kaufman - Mike Nelson, Tom Servo & Crow T Robot - George Oscar Bluth II - What's her face
So she (still) wants me to dress better (even a Penney's clearance is a serious step up) and reminds me that she loves my dweeby taste. What a woman.
The frozen banana maker is out. Current celebrity crush: Anne Hathaway
Byrd vs Oquendo was just robbery. The judges couldn't bring themselves to put the "heavyweight title" on a club fighter. I kept waiting for Byrd to do something and he waited until about round 10.