Her worst Valentine’s Day was the absolute best
I fucking hate Valentine’s Day. It’s a retail excuse for showering your loved one in flowers and chocolates, and an overpriced dinner of surf and turf. The card companies make out the most, selling beautiful card stock dreams in red, pink, and white–all with promises of romance and devotion. It’s poetry in motion, complete with a fat baby with wings and a bow and arrow. (Who gave a baby that job? Babies have no depth perception.) And I hate it all. Actually, I don’t hate it. Currently, I just hate Tyler. I had thought it had been a great six … Read more