• Mood: *subversively* flirty
• Music: love songs! omg!

V-Day, and Hallmark Poets Anonymous!

Mwah ha ha, you all are totally allowed to defriend me after you read this, as I was totally SHUNNED by most people at work yesterday for saying so, but I LIKE VALENTINE'S DAY.

Especially as a single person, because that way there's no obligation to do or fret about anything. I don't actually feel at all oppressed by Valentine's Day. It is sad that all of my local friends are either 1) with someone, and therefore busy, or 2) DEADLY MOROSE, and therefore busy, and so I have no one to play with today, but that's okay. EVERYTHING has become sappy romance, and you know me, I heart sappy romance and kitschy (sp? I swear there's a z in that somewhere oh, it's an s, according to wiliqueen) flowers and hearts and dorky love songs on the radio and TERRIBLE romantic movies on television.

Of course, with the exception of that one year my watch tried to kill me (seriously. my watch had a text function along with the alarm and was sending me death threats -- some kind of swim team prank or something), nothing bad has ever happened to me on V-day, so, yes. It's not yet a doomful anniversary.

That said, "Happy V-Day To Everyone And SAPPY SAPPY Hearts And Flowers For All!" SO THERE.

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AND NOW, for the REEEEEEALLY important holiday that falls on February 14th and why I *really* love this day...

Hallmark Poets Anonymous

This FINE King House tradition, credited to froggoddess, declares that we friends gather together around the fireplace to feast on heart-shaped goodies and admire the tacky decorations... or, well, gather together ON THE INTARWEB and feast on comments, and share our WORST HIGH SCHOOL LOVE POETRY.

The angstiest shmaltz. The most embarrassing I-love-him-for-the-way -we-danced-in-the-GYM. The most profound declarations of TRUE LOVE FOREVER FOUND IN HOMEROOM.

(Sadly, I think the internet may not be the best venue for this, because we are inundated with bad love poetry all the time AND because they lose some of the tackiness without the DRAMATIC READINGS, but oh well. It's the thought that counts. And it's the one day of the year when really bad fanfic poetry is in season!)

I am remarkably lame in reporting this to you for two reasons: 1) it's actually VALENTINE'S DAY itself by the time I mention it, and how many of us remember by heart our angsty high school love poetry? and 2) I CAN'T REMEMBER THE WORDS TO "BLACK", which is the quintessential angsty love poem (not penned by anyone we actually know, ALAS) recited at every HPA. EDIT: noradannan remembered!!

Black.

Black.
Black as my soul.
Black as the Metallica T-shirt he wore.
He didn't invite me to the prom.
He didn't invite me to the prom.
Dance.
I shall dance on his grave.
And I shall wear
Black.