I hate Valentine's Day almost as much as I hate those fucking tabs covering the aperture over a gallon of milk.  All it does is bring to light the fact that on this splendid day, one who is not embroiled in some presumably short-lived romance is alone. Now, I have now qualms about being alone; I am a good portion of the time. However, having this label be thrust upon me on this wretched holiday is nigh intolerable and has moved me to bitterness and wanton. It fucking blows.
     On a lighter note, I challenged one of my acquaintances to a duel because he called me a hypocrite. The day of the duel is this upcoming Wednesday, and it should be a festival-like type of deal with the possibility of attending Flogging Molly in concert afterwards..Yeah! And if by chance Mr.Trotsky is reading this, perhaps you can bring your camera or a camcorder and capture on film Wrath being carried out.  
     Thus, to all of those who find themselves alone today, I hope that you can join me in a defiant shout to the world FUCK VALENTINE'S DAY.