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To be honest, I think I really only even have one good valentine's day memory, and no one gets it unless they were there and in on the joke. I dunno. I was like fourteen or fifteen and my friend and I were pissed off at the world (really just at guys) and so we decided fuck them, and made up some story about us getting married on the stratosphere by elvis. The joke, six years later, is still funny to us. When she got married last year, she was still introducing me as 'her wife'.
This VDay I'm working til 10 or 11 pm, so I prolly won't even see my hunny. *sigh*
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Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly-Rose Franken
.... absence makes me miss him more...
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