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So, it's officially Valentine's Day now. I'm sure the journals will be full of vitriol, whining about this depressing, commercial holiday.

I should join in, as I've been dumped on not one, not two, but THREE Valentine's days over the course of my short existence. But, no, no matter what happens, I just can't get soured on it, underneath all the teddy bears and low-quality chocolates.

now when arrows don't penetrate, see,
Cupid grabs the pistol

I am inclined to disbelieve in anything that science can't explain, but I have a hard-on for true love. I'm a cynic about everything on earth but the capability of affection to bridge anything. My optimism has led to some fuckups; I'll disregard huge philosophical differences because they pale next to great Emotion.

well keep on runnin', player,
'cause I got my good shoes on
and I got 'em tied up tight

Nothing justifies giving up.

I've been disinclined to seriously discuss my love life in this medium, but I'll indulge myself just a little right now.

I am the luckiest girl on this entire fucking planet. Fo realz.