Feb 10, 2008 - Cause you can't change the way I am
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Cause you can’t change the way I am Current mood: strong
I went to a jewelry store yesterday to get something repaired. While I was in there waiting I noticed a selection of cutsy Valentines Day cards that were written from a guys point of view, cards that basically said 'I'm an idiot, I had no idea what kind of candy or cards you wanted so I bought these earrings/necklace/bracelet/ring instead.' Ack! I've never been a big fan of Valentines Day, not sure why, maybe cause I was a chubby, four eyed nerd in grade school that never got any cards or if I did they were crap. Or maybe it's because I'm a firm believer that if you really love someone you'll tell them on a Tuesday rather then when Hallmark says you should.
While attending my first year at EMU I had a silent crush on Drew, the guy hugging me in my profile pic, problem was he was smitten with my roommate who was just into him for the attention. They both had an affinity for cuddling. He started coming over every night, climbing into the bunk beneath me, the two of them would move around for a couple of minutes until they were in the perfect cuddle position then talk real low and giggle for about thirty minutes before falling asleep. It was torture. I bit my tongue and said nothing until one night when I tripped over his boots and then I went off telling him how annoying it was that he was here EVERY night. He stopped coming over for the evening cuddle; shortly afterwards the roomie found a new boy to spoon with... in his room.
During that time the group I hung around with, which included my silent but still existing crush, were talking and the subject of V-Day was brought up. I went off into my normal schpeel about what a fuckin' joke that Valentines Day, and for that matter Sweetest Day, were and that we've all been dupped by thinking that love can be bought and sold with cards and flowers.
A short time later it was 'that day' I remember walking back from class gagging on all the hearts on the wall and people just being overly sappy. I walked into my room, threw my bag on the floor in disgust and found this card and a few Hershey Kisses on my desk...(you can click on it to make it bigger)
I know it sounds stupid but I instantly turned to mush. It was, in some sort of fucked up way, probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me. So to Drew, wherever the hell you are, and everyone else out there I wish you a Very Happy UnValentines Day! May it be nothing like those marketing Hallmark, Hershy, FTD fucks want you to believe it is! XOXOXO
Currently listening : Tuesday Night Music Club By Sheryl Crow Release date: 03 August, 1993
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Cause you can’t change the way I am Current mood: strong
I went to a jewelry store yesterday to get something repaired. While I was in there waiting I noticed a selection of cutsy Valentines Day cards that were written from a guys point of view, cards that basically said 'I'm an idiot, I had no idea what kind of candy or cards you wanted so I bought these earrings/necklace/bracelet/ring instead.' Ack! I've never been a big fan of Valentines Day, not sure why, maybe cause I was a chubby, four eyed nerd in grade school that never got any cards or if I did they were crap. Or maybe it's because I'm a firm believer that if you really love someone you'll tell them on a Tuesday rather then when Hallmark says you should.
While attending my first year at EMU I had a silent crush on Drew, the guy hugging me in my profile pic, problem was he was smitten with my roommate who was just into him for the attention. They both had an affinity for cuddling. He started coming over every night, climbing into the bunk beneath me, the two of them would move around for a couple of minutes until they were in the perfect cuddle position then talk real low and giggle for about thirty minutes before falling asleep. It was torture. I bit my tongue and said nothing until one night when I tripped over his boots and then I went off telling him how annoying it was that he was here EVERY night. He stopped coming over for the evening cuddle; shortly afterwards the roomie found a new boy to spoon with... in his room.
During that time the group I hung around with, which included my silent but still existing crush, were talking and the subject of V-Day was brought up. I went off into my normal schpeel about what a fuckin' joke that Valentines Day, and for that matter Sweetest Day, were and that we've all been dupped by thinking that love can be bought and sold with cards and flowers.
A short time later it was 'that day' I remember walking back from class gagging on all the hearts on the wall and people just being overly sappy. I walked into my room, threw my bag on the floor in disgust and found this card and a few Hershey Kisses on my desk...(you can click on it to make it bigger)
I know it sounds stupid but I instantly turned to mush. It was, in some sort of fucked up way, probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me. So to Drew, wherever the hell you are, and everyone else out there I wish you a Very Happy UnValentines Day! May it be nothing like those marketing Hallmark, Hershy, FTD fucks want you to believe it is! XOXOXO
Currently listening : Tuesday Night Music Club By Sheryl Crow Release date: 03 August, 1993
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