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It's a strange time of year. Usually right around now I'm miserable and praying for sunshine. Usually I am convinced that this will be it. This will be the winter that I freeze to death. It hasn't been that way though. It's been sunny, and even warm every few days. New York in February...this can't possibly be real life.
Everyone seems unhappy but passively fine. I hope we all cheer up soon.
"I wish it could be your birthday again." said the guitarist to the accordionist.
Well, fuck it. I'm just gonna say it:
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, everyone.
Yes, I know. You hate Valentine's Day, right? It's some bullshit for the card companies and chocolate makers, yea? Fuck that shit. I fucking love you. Instead of letting it be a day to celebrate the sweethearts(s) you may or may not have, let it be a day to celebrate your own amazing potential to love. Past, present, future.
*spoilers*
This Valentines Day marks the 10 year anniversary of what is to date the worst day I've ever survived. I hate to risk displacing blame, but I'd even say a pretty huge chunk of the unfortunate shit that's happened over the passed 10 years were directly (or indirectly) related to that day. Ten years more powerful. I'm going to do something amazing with all this hatred.
Woah, sorry. I'm starting to sound like my best friend when he mumbled cryptic shit under his breath and doesn't understand that he's leaving out too many details for me to know what he's talking about at all.
The day before Valentine's day is my sister's birthday. She'll be 26. When we were kids she had long blonde hair and I had short brown hair. Here's a photo of us standing next to a weird man:
We had such a terribly rocky childhood and she really just hated me. She hated me so hard that I can still feel it in adulthood. I don't know what was wrong. Something was so wrong though.
Everyone seems unhappy but passively fine. I hope we all cheer up soon.
"I wish it could be your birthday again." said the guitarist to the accordionist.
Well, fuck it. I'm just gonna say it:
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, everyone.
Yes, I know. You hate Valentine's Day, right? It's some bullshit for the card companies and chocolate makers, yea? Fuck that shit. I fucking love you. Instead of letting it be a day to celebrate the sweethearts(s) you may or may not have, let it be a day to celebrate your own amazing potential to love. Past, present, future.
*spoilers*
This Valentines Day marks the 10 year anniversary of what is to date the worst day I've ever survived. I hate to risk displacing blame, but I'd even say a pretty huge chunk of the unfortunate shit that's happened over the passed 10 years were directly (or indirectly) related to that day. Ten years more powerful. I'm going to do something amazing with all this hatred.
Woah, sorry. I'm starting to sound like my best friend when he mumbled cryptic shit under his breath and doesn't understand that he's leaving out too many details for me to know what he's talking about at all.
The day before Valentine's day is my sister's birthday. She'll be 26. When we were kids she had long blonde hair and I had short brown hair. Here's a photo of us standing next to a weird man:
We had such a terribly rocky childhood and she really just hated me. She hated me so hard that I can still feel it in adulthood. I don't know what was wrong. Something was so wrong though.
x!
Not sure how long we'll stay. The girls get cranky when they're tired, and we usually take them home once they start acting up. 
Ellerslie