i was going to write this the day before valentines day, but i'm like 5 years old with my attention span.

so, my perfect valentines day would start at about 2 in the afternoon, because me and my girl (yo) would be, y'know... sleeping until that time. then we'd wake up and i'd fix her some lucky charms and we'd sit down JUST in time to catch fox kids. then at about 5 we'd skip full house or family matters or whatever and walk to the 7-11 on the corner. we'd sit down and talk about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (which would consequently be the most enjoyable conversation either of us has ever had) until they kicked us out. which would be about 4 hours later. then we'd sit out in front of my apartment complex and talk and kiss and bullshit until 2 am. following that we'd go upstairs and like, make love or sleep or have an incredibly cheesy tickle fight. one of the three. then i'd wake up the next morning, look at the calender and say, "yesterday was valentines day?"

i hate valentines day. and no, i don't have a girl (yo).