Hey y'all, what's good? I hope you all had a fun, non-suicidal Valentine's Day this year. I hope everyone got themselves worked up into a frothy, viscosity friendly frenzy. This is actually my second Valentines Day in a row with no "official" sweetheart, so I pretty much chilled. I got a chance to get reacquainted with my favorite DVD, "Sex Friends" starring Courteney Cuntz and Jennifer Analston. Other than that it was pretty unevenful.
Even on the phone call front. Last year I was inundated with all these messages. This year, nunna dat. I swear I only got two voicemails and two text messages this year. One of the voicemails was from my dentist. The other one from somebody asking if they had to RSVP for our Afterwork thing. The two texts were generic and clean. Both only said "Happy Valentine's Day". One was from SS, who I don't think I've ever blogged about. SS was a chick I saw for a minute who unbeknownst to me had gastric bypass surgery. We got to that intimate point and saggy skin abounded. Thusly, she's SS. Needless to say (or maybe I do need to say it) I didn't hit. The other text was from Jayne Kennedy, who is quite frankly one of the oddest ducks I've ever met in life. I had no idea I was still on her radar. But that was it as far as my usually crazy V-Day.
I spent years juggling and trying to keep this one away from that one on Valentine's Day. I'm finally able to relax. It was eerily calm. Quite frankly, I was nervous about it being so calm, if that makes any sense. I ended up at another Satan's Anus University women's basketball game. I figured that would be the least romantic place on earth and I was right. SAU won and all was good in the universe.
I dodged a little bullet, too. That article that was supposed to come out about my lonely ass didn't get published. According to the paper they wanted to take another angle on the story, so they are re-working the concept. Basically it means that I'll get my quotes used out of context and they'll choose the goofiest picture of me they have. Beautiful.
I'll be celebrating the right way this weekend, but in lieu of waiting a couple of days, my February 14th was cool.
Even on the phone call front. Last year I was inundated with all these messages. This year, nunna dat. I swear I only got two voicemails and two text messages this year. One of the voicemails was from my dentist. The other one from somebody asking if they had to RSVP for our Afterwork thing. The two texts were generic and clean. Both only said "Happy Valentine's Day". One was from SS, who I don't think I've ever blogged about. SS was a chick I saw for a minute who unbeknownst to me had gastric bypass surgery. We got to that intimate point and saggy skin abounded. Thusly, she's SS. Needless to say (or maybe I do need to say it) I didn't hit. The other text was from Jayne Kennedy, who is quite frankly one of the oddest ducks I've ever met in life. I had no idea I was still on her radar. But that was it as far as my usually crazy V-Day.
I spent years juggling and trying to keep this one away from that one on Valentine's Day. I'm finally able to relax. It was eerily calm. Quite frankly, I was nervous about it being so calm, if that makes any sense. I ended up at another Satan's Anus University women's basketball game. I figured that would be the least romantic place on earth and I was right. SAU won and all was good in the universe.
I dodged a little bullet, too. That article that was supposed to come out about my lonely ass didn't get published. According to the paper they wanted to take another angle on the story, so they are re-working the concept. Basically it means that I'll get my quotes used out of context and they'll choose the goofiest picture of me they have. Beautiful.
I'll be celebrating the right way this weekend, but in lieu of waiting a couple of days, my February 14th was cool.
Be Easy,
KZ
