Valen-fucking-tines Day.

Valentine's Day sucks! Everybody knows it. Whether you're single or not. Let's make all the couples spend money on stupid shit for each other. Oh yeah... and let's make all the single people feel so undesirable the streets will run red with the blood of the unloved and unwanted. What a great fucking holiday! Thanks Hallmark... you fucking cocksmokers! Eat a bag of dicks.

So while two-thirds of my band is enjoying the company of their significant others down at Fred's, I was planning a nice self-romantic evening myself. I was thinking about making a nice romantic dinner of Sloppy Joes for me and my 3 cats. (Yes, I know even 1 cat is too many for a single guy to have but don't give me shit, OK) Then maybe I'll finish off the bottle of Weller 107 my Dad gave me while watching the Dirty Dozen. Then when I am good and gooned, I'll lock the Cats up in the bedroom (i can't bare to look at their precious faces when I masturbate) and cry/masturbate myself to sleep watching one of my many Lexington Steele black ass crusher DVDs. I wonder if Lex is lonely on Valnetine's Day too. Boo-hoo-hoo.

Kiss my ass St. Valentine. Lex Steele says you're next!