PICK ME!!!
Whatever about yesterday's journal.
If you want to read it, go read it. It was dumb.
So it's St. Hallmark's Day. People bitch about this holiday more than any other. I was prepared to bitch, but today I remembered the one aspect of this holiday I truly love.
Flowers.
I think it is an excellent custom- the giving of flowers during the time of year that one most needs to see flowers. It has been so so long since flowers bloomed outside. It's too early yet for spring sprouts. So let's get a jump on Ma Nature and surround our loved ones with reminders of the coming warm season. Yay! I like that part. Funny, though- no guy has ever bought me flowers. Well, there was a corsage for the Jr Prom but that was kind of mandatory. I know I seem like a bitter cynical bitch most of the time... but even bitter bitches like some sentimental crap every now and then. Who knew Goob could be a romantic? Ha!
Okay, so whether you are a couple or a single, enjoy the day!
OK I did a bunch of V-day posts and now I still have 2 hours to kill before class. Hmmm. I guess I will go read some and eat some. Have a lovely day everyone!
Edit: hee hee... look at the Redneck version of this journal.
Fierhauk sent me to this site.
PICK ME! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!
Whutevah about yessuhterday's journal, ah reckon. Eff'n yer hankerin' t'read it, hoof it read it. It was dumb. Well bust mah britches an' call me streaker.
So it's St. Hallmark's Day. Varmints bitch about this hyar holiday mo'e than enny other. ah was prepared t'bitch, but today ah remembered th' one aspeck of this hyar holiday ah truly love.
Flowers.
ah reckon it is an excellent cestom- th' givin' of flowers durin' th' time of year thet one most needs t'see flowers. It has been so so long on account o' flowers bloomed outside. It's too early yet fo' sprin' sprouts. So less git a jump on Ma Nature an' surroun' our loved ones wif reminners of th' a-comin' warm season, as enny fool kin plainly see. Yay! Fry mah hide! ah like thet part. Funny, though- no guy has evah bought me flowers. Wal, thar was a co'sage fo' th' Jr Prom but thet was kind of man'ato'y. ah knows ah seem like a bitter cynical bitch most of th' time... but even bitter bitches like some sentimental crap ev'ry now an' then, as enny fool kin plainly see. Who knowed Goob c'd be a romannic? Ha! Fry mah hide!
Okay, so whether yer a couple o' a sin'le, injoy th' day! Fry mah hide!
Also:
GETS ME HOT: Intellyjunt cornvahsashun. Maps. Sushowdy-doo. Breezes on mah neck. Shet mah mouth! Wakin' up wif a warm friendly hide wrapped aroun' mine. Kissin' th' neck of a right purdy gal (jest below th' jawline, right thar...) Han's on mah hide.
Whatever about yesterday's journal.
If you want to read it, go read it. It was dumb.
So it's St. Hallmark's Day. People bitch about this holiday more than any other. I was prepared to bitch, but today I remembered the one aspect of this holiday I truly love.
Flowers.
I think it is an excellent custom- the giving of flowers during the time of year that one most needs to see flowers. It has been so so long since flowers bloomed outside. It's too early yet for spring sprouts. So let's get a jump on Ma Nature and surround our loved ones with reminders of the coming warm season. Yay! I like that part. Funny, though- no guy has ever bought me flowers. Well, there was a corsage for the Jr Prom but that was kind of mandatory. I know I seem like a bitter cynical bitch most of the time... but even bitter bitches like some sentimental crap every now and then. Who knew Goob could be a romantic? Ha!
Okay, so whether you are a couple or a single, enjoy the day!
OK I did a bunch of V-day posts and now I still have 2 hours to kill before class. Hmmm. I guess I will go read some and eat some. Have a lovely day everyone!
Edit: hee hee... look at the Redneck version of this journal.
Fierhauk sent me to this site.
PICK ME! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide!
Whutevah about yessuhterday's journal, ah reckon. Eff'n yer hankerin' t'read it, hoof it read it. It was dumb. Well bust mah britches an' call me streaker.
So it's St. Hallmark's Day. Varmints bitch about this hyar holiday mo'e than enny other. ah was prepared t'bitch, but today ah remembered th' one aspeck of this hyar holiday ah truly love.
Flowers.
ah reckon it is an excellent cestom- th' givin' of flowers durin' th' time of year thet one most needs t'see flowers. It has been so so long on account o' flowers bloomed outside. It's too early yet fo' sprin' sprouts. So less git a jump on Ma Nature an' surroun' our loved ones wif reminners of th' a-comin' warm season, as enny fool kin plainly see. Yay! Fry mah hide! ah like thet part. Funny, though- no guy has evah bought me flowers. Wal, thar was a co'sage fo' th' Jr Prom but thet was kind of man'ato'y. ah knows ah seem like a bitter cynical bitch most of th' time... but even bitter bitches like some sentimental crap ev'ry now an' then, as enny fool kin plainly see. Who knowed Goob c'd be a romannic? Ha! Fry mah hide!
Okay, so whether yer a couple o' a sin'le, injoy th' day! Fry mah hide!
Also:
GETS ME HOT: Intellyjunt cornvahsashun. Maps. Sushowdy-doo. Breezes on mah neck. Shet mah mouth! Wakin' up wif a warm friendly hide wrapped aroun' mine. Kissin' th' neck of a right purdy gal (jest below th' jawline, right thar...) Han's on mah hide.
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Thanks for the V-Day wishes; I hope that you had a great day as well.