Okay 5 days to Valentine's and what do I do?
I've listed several possibilities.

One, I would most probably be at home, alone and hideous, indulging in cheap biscuits and watching some melodrama about unrequited love. While I'm at that I shall also contemplate why I am all fat and alone, which possibly would end up into a festival of tears and crumbled bits of tissue paper.

Two, I would be at home, alone and hideous, with a cup of fatty hot chocolate and a book about unrequited love. Later in the evening I predict curling up under the blank ceiling with several tissues stuffed up my nose. Probably with both my wrists slashed and bleeding.

Three, I would be in the hospital, if I slashed my wrists.

Four, I would be out with female friends, if not friend, doing feminist things, and like holding up a banner which says, 'Fuck Valentine's' or something like that. We would probably have like anti-love dinner and watch PS I LOVE YOU because I say so, and because I need to see Gerard Butler semi-naked.

Five, I would be out with male friends, or friend, doing friendly things. Like various acts of friendly affection, sort of like hugging, kissing, tonguing, fingering. You know, friendly things.

Six, I would be out with a lesbian, on a date. Which would probably end up pretty sexual. Various moments of orgasm.

Seven, I would be out with a date. Now this is HIGHLY UNLIKELY. I would probably lose my virginity to a woman than have this happening to me.

Yes, I realise I'm a very sad person. I have no other way of spending my time than this.

Labels: love bashing, sad