Valentine's Day is fast approaching. What the hell do you get a man for V-day, besides a blow job? I usually get him something small that he's been wanting, and the token suck or fuck, yet I expect (and never get) something more (usually it's flowers, maybe a card). I'm the woman. Don't I deserve something shiny? Or is this just another way for retailers to brainwash me into thinking I need something that sparkles? Usually birthdays and Christmas (now Mother's Day) is the big thing. Why the heck to we need V-Day, Sweetest Day, and all these other Hallmark Holidays? Why will we all "gather around the water cooler" on the 15th and talk about our significant others presents or lack thereof? Is it really about the present, the thought, the retail market, or the showing off? Is it just the one day to be romantic? Because, I want romance every fucking day!
Does anyone even know why we celebrate V-day? Because some monk named Valentine went to prison for trying to marry soldiers after the king/caesar/whatever you call him decided that no soldiers should marry so they could better serve him. So some kids sent him letters while he was in prison, and the Valentine was born. What the hell is Sweetest day? I'm all for presents, but aren't we getting a little bit carried away with all of this?
Of course, the princess in me really wants to delete this, but I won't let her!!!!
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Valentine's day is for middle school kids to start exploring their sexuality.
Valentine's Day is an excuse to mark up everything from roses to condoms and guilt everyone into spending more money than they ever should. All this and you still have to go to work that day.
You should really be nicer when you talk about your husband. You're hot, but there's an old saying. It goes like this.
"No matter how hot she is, somebody, somewhere, is sick of her shit."
Don't let that someone be the guy who sleeps next to you every night.
thank you anon...and fuck yourself
you're probably the one that made me delete my last blog. If you are...and you insist on riding your high horse...you can ride it somewhere else!
I LOVE my husband. Newsflash, everyone gets to bitch about the ones they love...it's therapeutic. Doesn't mean I don't love him or he's sick of me, or what the hell else did you say? Whatever.
Everyone else, have a great Hallmark Holiday!!!
The VD-BJ. Maybe Hallmark can combine the two. Open the card and there's a hole in it.
On second thought, too risky for them, maybe Shoebox would go for it.
(And EVERY holiday is a damn excuse for Hallmark to mark stuff up. They may have even invented Christmas too, not sure.)
switch it up and give him a hand job with gloves made of sandpaper
Um, Slinky, I still have use for IT, so maybe we'll skip the sandpaper this year!
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