So to all you love birds, don't let my bitterness poop on your parade. Tomorrow it will be February 15, just another day in the life of a single person.
P.S. Calvin is not on steroids. He was close to the camera.
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3 hours ago
Monday, February 14, 2011
Bah Humbug!
I'm not sure what the official grunt is for Valentine's Day so I chose the one for Christmas. Don't get me wrong, I like Christmas. I don't really care for New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day. So much so, in 1992 a friend of mine helped me put on the Bitter Queens Ball. We REALLY need to ressurect that party. I forced a smile and forced Calvin to pose for this picture.
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