Happy VD.

Here's hoping you find something to relieve the itch.

But seriously.

How can you not have a sense of humor about something that means so much and so little all at the same time? Sure its Hallmark. Sure it's overpriced flowers, chocholates you wont eat, more money than your budget can afford, the prime example of a consumer holiday. Second only to Christmas, the perfect receipie for disapointment. But no matter how much you destest it, how much the thought of cheezy cards and "i love you" teddy bears makes you want throw up your breakfast, some little part of you still cares.

Because some part of you still wants that validation, that you are loved, you are cared for; or, doesn't want that reminder that you're going to bed alone. Leg warmers and pet rocks are proof enough that we all care, just a little bit, about what everyone else is thinking, doing, and buying into. With the exception of a rare few (most of them being guys with shaved heads sitting by a tree somewhere chanting) we all kinda want to be someone's valentine.

Face it. You wouldn't say it didn't matter to you if just really don't care.

So again, Happy VD. And don't worry, I'm sure they make an ointment for that.