I know you normally wouldn't hear such a thing from me due to my own belief that this is just a day for Hallmark or card stores to end up in the black by selling needless junk. I mean, just what does a person do with a teddy bear holding 3 or 4 balloons? Unless it's wearing an s & m outfit, I'll find it too boring. Some of us like being thrown up against a wall and bitten.

But everyone won here in my town. This blizzard (I don't really want to call it that) gave those without a sweetheart other things to dwell on, like finding the car buried under 13.4 inches of snow (Yup, that's our total!) or time off from work (Shocking! Our mall was closed!) due to parking lots' messes. Students at the local college took lunch trays out to sled down the stairs of various buildings. Teachers didn't have to deal with the usual moronic students that seem to plague the hallways with a cellphone and no common sense.

And then there are those with sweethearts. After a long afternoon spent shoveling, I'm sure there were cookies being baked for all that hard work. Those with more carnal desires quite possibly had the sexes' heads buried in each other's laps. Blowjobs are a great way of giving back to those that found the fucking car even though the damn snowblower won't work in this kind of weather.

Normally, I'd dwell a bit on my hatred for V-Day. Like some of you, I've spent many of mine single and throwing pebbles at an imaginary lake. It's just that this time, I'm here alone but that someone is 1 hour.......say it with me, people!

Readers: "1 hour and 19 minutes away!"

1 hour and 19 minutes away also had problems. 14 inches of snow was piled onto Sara's hometown. Hell, there was no way to get there due to various interstates being shutdown. Didn't stop the idiots from venturing out for fast food only to end up in a ditch.

So, what did I do for Sara? Simple. I sent her a card on Sunday all in knowing that a snowstorm was on its way here. To me, something with actual penmanship beats reading the computer. A thank you was sent my way yesterday that hints at a possible room cleaning.

If SIGNIFICANT OTHER is thinking of a nice V-Day gift, you can't go wrong with M.I.A.'s latest CD.

Why do I still kind of have a hard hatred for V-Day? 2 reasons: Kristan and J. Kristan and I broke up due to my stupidity of changing from a boy to a man a bit too fast with no logic. Here I was experiencing sex with a 29-year-old woman by going at it 12 times a day. Hey! You try controlling yourself when introduced to the big leagues where your significant other works out with you but ends up fucking you afterwards.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I thought I was so in love with Kristan that I talked about marriage and all that jazz. Stupid me. She was completely right in that I need to fuck other people my age because of that human need to explore my sexuality. Poop. Well, it did give me time to recover from the rug burns.

J was my ex whom I met in class. We did it here on V-Day, completely on a whim. I just asked her if she wanted to come over after several hints by her. Weird now that I think about it how so many girlfriend I've had just decide to have sex with me on the first date.

But V-Day is about love, right? You either love to dream about shooting couples that are into major PDA or you love whom you're sleeping next to once you stop reading this diary. For me, it's watching a girl sleep when I can't find myself in that meadow with sheep. Would you believe that besides Sara's need to hit me or kick me while she's asleep that she reaches for me? I've had several moments where I'm laying there only to be grabbed.

Love's about looking into your girlfriend's eyes and realizing you can look at them forever. Sara's got very dark cold eyes that are obviously sleepy upon awakening. Sometimes, I get on top of her to get all-goofy-like in order to wake her up even if her bush's stubble is very obvious.

Love's about your girlfriend pulling your pants down without warning and scratching your ass. This tends to make my leg twitch because it feels soooooooooooooo good!

Love's about looking at how ridiculous the two of you look while brushing teeth together. Who's the mad dog?

Love's about the sudden need for your girlfriend to shock the shit out of you by coming home while it's cold out. The first thing she does? Places her cold hands down my pants and grabs my balls. There is a scream. It is mine.

Love's about coming back from her parents' house feeling completely bloated from food. "Oh, I see you've been with my mother" is what comes next while my stomach makes me wonder if I'm pregnant.

Love's about doing the 'motor-boat' on her boobs because she insists.

Then again, it's about kissing goodnight and realizing you got through another day together. I still remember when we got our Harry Potter books and would be reading on our own sides of the bed. A bunch of nerds we were.

Just look at it this way. You've survived another Valentine's Day. Many couples will be fighting or felt like the other doesn't have feelings anymore while you, the single one, are sunken into a large leather couch watching good quality porn from Private or playing Guitar Hero 2. Feeling like a rock god with virtual reality groupies is better than playing paper, rock, scissors with yourself.

Note: Our local florist showed the truck used for transporting large amounts of overpriced flowers. It is still waiting to deliver due to this nasty weather for those that think 1 day is all they have to show their significant other that they care.

Oh, I did do more shoveling today. All 5 cars can moved out of the driveway as of 4pm today. Call me slow? I dug myself out by noon while my little brother didn't start til well after 1pm. My car was the only one able to get out by then so lazy-as-shit took it to work. My dad and I finished the rest of the shoveling and can't wait til the 1-2 inches due on Saturday hits home. Yup, more digging.

Note: The snow is piled as high as our mailbox.

I'm outta here, folks. Been a nice day of just shoveling and watching Mark Wahlber's (aka Marky Mark) Invincible, the story of that bartender that made the team for the Philadelphia Eagles. Feel good movie! My dad, a total non-sports fan, loved it as well. That got me a bit pumped about shoveling, that pride and seeing how much stronger I've become than my dad. Happy twats all around.

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