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Loretta, I love you, not like they told you love is. I didn't even know this either, but love don't make things nice. It ruins everything: It breaks your heart, it makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect, the stars are perfect, not us. We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. I mean, the storybooks are bullshit. Now, I want you to come upstairs with me and GET in my bed.

The poem you chose from Slate is also my favorite. I have since sent to Mr. Nimue as a Valentine (the extent our holiday exchange, aside from the cold he gave me.) Seriously the sentiment made my day.

Thanks, doll. =)

Yay! Links open up in new tabs now! HVD to me!

Isn't it possible I can get a reference but also want to make an apropos joke?

I vacuumed your mom's house.

I hear ya, I just wanted to jump on the opportunity to use the word unpossible.

BTW, that just reminded me of how older episodes of the Simpsons could pull on some emotional strings. That particular one always hurt me a little, because I'm generally about as clueless as Ralph when it comes to romance. Cartoons with an emotional appeal? Now I remember why that show's an icon.

Mrs. Julien - Watching Moonstruck is part of the Main Squeeze's and my Valentine's plans for this evening. It's our traditional Valentines' Day movie.

(Though we haven't seen it in years. As the Main Squeeze said just yesterday, "What?! Do you want to watch Moonstruck fourteen times?!" My answer was, obviously, "Of course I do.")

The Slate link led to trawling for poems and a specific one by ee cummings.

I googled using a line from the poem.

Only one hit came up.

It was here on Pajiba.

In a post I made 3 years ago.

I'm not knowledgeable about the time/space continuum, but I daresay that I have rent it asunder.

Does the synchronicity of these events mean I have come full circle?

Do I now remove myself from said circle?

I'll concur with the "Yay for new tab links!"

And also say that I have around one week left before my yearly 4 month pit of black depression and misery ends. The spontaneous crying is really starting to drive me nuts.

PaddyDog that made me laugh out loud from my mouth area. Can I choose any Aussie actor? With apologies to Mr. Rush, I pick the Jackman. He can give me dancing lessons while he's at it.

Gather ye chocolates while ye may! A distressing article on why chocolate may soon be prohibitively expensive.

Cue Lauren-shaped hole in wall.

Yes Sara Tonin, but consistently.

Dr. Cox: Relationships don't work the way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won't they? And then they finally do, and they're happy forever. Gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff, I have not become a cynic, I haven't. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, y'know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, because I do believe in it. Bottom line is: it's couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don't let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it's right, and they're real lucky, one of them will say something.

19 years ago today, my (now) husband and I had our first date, which lasted three days and resulted in a marriage proposal. (Note: there had been 6 months of letter writing and phone calls prior; I am not an idiot), so I will always have a fondness for this day. We don't give lavish gifts, but it's worth a little celebration.

So, is it wrong of me, when people express their hatred of the day, to want to say "You know, since you haven't had a steady relationship in the entire time I've known you, maybe it is you..." ? I haven't actually gone that far, but it's a close thing.

Here's what adds to my humbug of this redonkulous marketed bullshize day.
This thing occured, to a friend of mine.

Sat night, a person who was cheating on his wife, cheated on the person he was cheating with. His excuse / answer? "I didn't think she'd be so vulnerable to that.
She knew our arrangment was unusual".

I've just watched those two lovely video clips and now I appear to have something in my eye.
I'll be right back...

Personally, when I'm getting bedroomantical, I like to use the classic BBWWWUUUUAAAAMMMMMM-chicka-bow-wow.

The sickeningly adorable video at the end was, as you may imagine, sickeningly adorable. But why so rampantly heterosexual? Sigh. Queer folk don't fall in love, it would appear.

For my own touch of humbuggery (ew): @Reba, I don't think anyone's trying to take your happiness away from you; but it seems your happiness is probably independent of hearts n chocolates. For my part, I'm going to make a rough estimate based on non empirical glances at Facebook statii, and it seems like 2/5 of the ones I see are people either bummed out about not having anyone, or stressed because they haven't gotten anything/sufficient things for their S.O., or sad because life got in the way of what retailers say this day is supposed to be about. I think the vitriols are in the minority; most people just seem bummed about it. That's no fun.