I hate Valentine's Day. Like, I really hate it. I have for quite some time. Like, my senior year of high school, my friends and I developed this "Anti-Valentine Warrior" thing and made signs and everything. Some may say that as a feminist, I shouldn't be worried about something as silly as a holiday like this, that being single is totally cool and I should not let this DAY OF REMINDER get me down. But ohhh it does. I tend to get sad and boo-hoo and gorge myself for pretty much a week. I would like to say that as I have aged, that I have (hopefully) gotten more mature.
I have not.
Instead, I have taken to purchasing for myself gifts. As there is no "man in my life" to buy me things (isn't that what a man is for?), I just buy things on my own. This Valentine's Day, I bought myself this pretty little something.
I bought it from skinnystyle.com and I cannot wait to get it in the mail.
You should all listen to Andre 3000's Happy Valentine's Day. It adequately sums up my feelings about February 14.
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