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Glad that's over for another year.
Next February I'm going to set up an anti-Valentine's party. We can shoot darts into heart-shaped targets and listen to albums by bands that hate gooey romantic stuff. Like Cupid's Stupid--all their songs are great--and the I Hate Yous and, um-
I'm sure there's loads more bands that hate love that I just can't think of right now.
Anywiz, that's what I'm doing next Valentines.
Next February I'm going to set up an anti-Valentine's party. We can shoot darts into heart-shaped targets and listen to albums by bands that hate gooey romantic stuff. Like Cupid's Stupid--all their songs are great--and the I Hate Yous and, um-
I'm sure there's loads more bands that hate love that I just can't think of right now.
Anywiz, that's what I'm doing next Valentines.
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
She sent me one, y'know. All 'will you be mine' and 'special' this and 'special' that.
And then she's been looking at me all the time!
I don't even-