Hello! My second entry, what an achievement. Not that anyone in the world could possibly be reading any of this. But what the heck, one needs to vent somewhere!!

But yes. Today is gay gay valentine's day. I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY!! I previously had no strong feelings regarding the day before I attached myself. But now...I feel manipulated! Violated! (Ok, maybe not that.) The day itself means nothing to me, but it's just the fact that all couples around the world are giving chocolates and flowers and having dinner and candles and doing romantic things like that...except me. I've been attached for 2 valentine's days now, and 2002 SUCKED. I was at work (gay gay Thursday late night shopping) while all the other girls at work got flowers from their boyfriends- and even a girl who DIDN'T have a boyfriend got flowers. And on the train home...all these friggin women had HUGE bouquets of flowers...it was horrible!! Horrible for two reasons: 1) I had the potential to receive a floral offering and didn't end up getting one. Let me explain. When I was unattached, there wasn't a chance in hell that I was gonna get flowers from anyone. So I didn't miss them. But someone being on the scene makes it a whole new ball game. Grrr. 2) I like flowers! I know girls who specifically ask their bf's not to get them flowers cos they're a "waste of money"- but THAT'S NOT ME!! So anywayz, when I got home, I called my poor bf and instructed him to get me flowers next year (I don't believe in subtlety when it comes to gifts! Go the sledgehammer!). Guess what?

No flowers 2003. Boo hiss.
Well, to be fair, I got a bathrobe, something that I've wanted for a while. Even if it was unceremoniously presented before the day itself in a red Gracie's bag!!

Why do these things mean so much to me?? I've tried analysing it in terms of my 'love language' and all, but at the end of the day, I think I'm just a girl with normal romantic impulses, and there's something about the idea of valentine's day that appeals to those impulses. Hmmm.

(Actually, I lied. I did get flowers. I got a single pink gerbera from Angie!)

Perhaps there are deeper issues at work. I don't don't don't don't don't want to end up with someone who won't buy me flowers! Who won't spend a little money on something that perhaps MAY be a waste of money but would make me happy. Who won't show me little signs of appreciation, affection and love. Maybe that's why these sex organs of plants (thanks Mrs Balfe! I'll never forget that one from yr10 science) mean so much.

Ack! Too many thoughts! Too many deep thoughts! Best stick to frivolity.

Adieu...