oh. i'm not that slow actually. Just very dense. HAHAAA

But the sad thing is that I always have to work with hints, clues, and pointers. Like someone always has to nudge me the way. And it gets depressing when I can't nudge myself along. Makes me feel.. like ... aw you know.

on to more day specific things, valentine's day!

It's not a day to fuck around.

It's a day to fool around. And laugh at those tied down by pink and red burdens.

I will bring purple hearts to school

and congratulate all who have survived the valentine war

by being single

and being proud

I pledge to the legion of singles

that we may play and bask in untied down glory

and if we can

fuck around a bit

but never forgetting that contraceptives are available.

we shall live free of martial horrors,

and be ignorant to couple bliss

coz in this world there is only

me and me.

To singles everywhere, cheers.

and Happy Valentine's day.

And whatever you do, keep your dick to yourself, because a fuck on this special day will make you hers for life.

Now, you wouldn't want that.

|| Pinch me. || 6:38 PM

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