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Yargh. Actually had a nice V-Day this year, first time in exactly four years it wasn't spent alone, or spent with other depressed friends. We'll see, though, I think I'm still pretty damned cold inside from that one time with that one girl. Not cold, just... it's been how long since I actually felt someone was jaw-droppingly interesting? And when I did find that one, I pussied out on her. Because it was right after that one time with that one girl. Hm.

Shit comes out next week, finally.

Time to go to the gym, foolios, it's Stevie's friday.

Updated: I love my friends. Looks like we're goin to Wrestlemania this year. And eff you to all who rolled their eyes, pro wrasslin is as American as torturing innocent Arabs. Although, sometimes I wished I lived back in the days when it was like, your suburban Dads fighting each other...