lovebirds

I need to band up with Professor Kelly and swap the days around again. VD=5/3, comprende vous Isabella?

Anyhow, all VD bashing aside, I really am not jealous of everyone who is lovey dovey and getting laid and loved and whatnot. Good for you, go for yours, but do it because you want to and not because you think you have to, do it all year dudes.

What does bother me, are the people who think that for one day out of the year they have to have someone to buy them tacky things or have someone to buy tacky things for, or else something is just wrong in the world.

My neighbor at work had two pity valentines today (one from boss and one from mom), so embarassing. I would rather get nothing than fish for flowers like that.

I'm single. It's cool. I'm not going to dupe some poor guy into buying me an ugly stuffed animal and some russell stover's so I can feign feeling better about myself for a day or two. I would probably end up feeling horrible for the rest of the year if I pulled a stunt like that.

And fuck all that noise anyway because I am someone special, all year round bitches!

You'd Be Surprised About What You Can Get, If You Ask For It The Right Way*

On the way to the bar last night, I read this article about traditional African matriarchy on my phone. Granted it is lame to be reading news on my phone when I'm supposed to be going out, but sitting in the backseat, you are relegated to only bits and pieces of front seat conversations and listening to music you wouldn't pick if you were in proximity of the stereo, so why not catch up on the happenings instead of picking your nose?

To propose marriage the woman prepares a fish dinner and presents it to the man of her choosing. If he refuses, he dishonors his family. It kind of reminds me of "Cat Women of the Moon", but if they were watered down to kittens, "it's women who do the asking, and once they have, men are powerless to say no".

If I could just draw a little more on my own strong matrilineal roots, I would probably have balls, or rather bazooms enough, to tell someone he and I are going to get married. My mom did it, so can I.

Now all I need to know is where do I bring this fine kettle of fish, L.A. or Lake Como? Or Glades?

*Jack Foley