Normally, I really like Valentine's day, mostly because it has my favorite things; candy, punny cards, presents, getting hammered and regrettable make-out decisions. But this year, my V-day consisted of; a hoarse throat (thank you, karaoke hangover), staying late at work with a gay designer (no make-outs, we discussed our fave East Village gay bars), Chinese food on my couch (allright, that part kinda ruled), and then passing out from exhaustion during Gossip Girl (which comes on at 9pm).
And the only valentine requests I had received were from my office building's doorman (who alternately offers to take me shopping at Deisel or buy me a beef patty and take me to live in Jamaica and be his queen) and the parking lot attendant next door (I accepted). Then a package came for me in the mail (presents!) and I got all essited and opened it only to find the new glasses I'd won on ebay...which are definitely meant for a small child's head.
Oh, and this was my fortune, a valentine's message telling me to not give a shit and settle. See you next year, V-day (jerk).