You know, I hate Valentine's Day. I mean, talk about a holiday designed to make people feel inadequate.....if you don't have someone, it can be really depressing. I haven't had that problem in a few years. What I did have, until I broke up with Ken, was weird Valentine's day gifts. I know it's the thought that counts, but man, plastic frogs that squeak just don't cut it in my book. Give me roses anytime.
Which brings me to my next major dilemma: what should I get Dirk? He has this thing for Reese's Pieces, and told me to just get him a box of those, but it just doesn't seem enough. What do you get a guy? I don't think I ever got Ken anything, because I was broke; so I really do not have any experience in this area. Plus, there's the thought that since Krisco still goes into his room when he's not at home, whatever I get him might get destroyed/removed/both. I gave him a necklace when we first started dating, and it disappeared from his room. I think Krisco found it, took it home, and burned it in her back yard, making gurgling noises while it burned.
Alex, my arch-nemises, is getting his girlfriend a framed picture of himself to put on her desk. Yuck. I wouldn't want to look at him all day at work....oh, wait. I have to do that anyway, don't I? Anyway, I think it's in fairly bad taste. He's hoping she'll get him a painting with rainbows in it. He says, "For some reason, I really love rainbows." I think it's time for Alex to come out of the closet. Talk about repressed desires.
I'm going to get married in Don Pablo's. The people who work there all know us, and come over to our table to talk to us. Dirk and I smoke clove cigarettes, so they can tell we're here just by smelling the smoke. Sometimes, they'll even bum a clove off of one of us. Best of all, they don't complain when we do weird stuff; like putting on impromptu puppet shows using a stress toy shaped like a cow, an owl key-chain, and our napkins thrown over our glasses as a stage. The food's alright, I guess. I prefer the fajitas at Taco Bell, though. You don't have to assemble them first, and they come with cool rice inside. Plus, they're cheap, and you don't get refried beans. Refried beans look like someone had diarrhea, in my humble opinion. I don't care how good they supposedly taste, I'm not going to eat anything that looks that gross.