Some people are Scrooges on Christmas. Some people are Scrooges on their birthday. As for me….I FUCKING HATE VALENTINE’S DAY! There is nothing good about it. Not a goddamn thing.

Never have I had anything good happen on Feb. 14. After a two plus year relationship, as I presented roses and chocolates, I was broken up with; of course, she kept the chocolates and flowers and vase. Another time, my girlfriend’s father (a police officer, no less) got home earlier than expected and damn near walked in on us doing you know what.

So, Valentine’s day: What a crock of shit. “Buy us stuff! Chocolates and flowers show that you love us!” Yes, we want you to get fat and diabetic and prick yourselves and bleed all over. We want to give Hallmark our money on a piece of cardboard and ink that costs more than 5 gallons of gas. We want to demonstrate our love to you through material possessions that will rot, mold, melt, and get thrown away. Fuck off. I have often been known as a bitter or cold person, and this is the one day a year that brings out both.

So…Valentine’s Day. Kindly fuck off until tomorrow.

"My heart is just to dark to care....I can't destroy what isn't there." ~Corey Taylor; Slipknot; "Snuff"