Hey, hey, it's Wuvwess Day!

[rusty_armour]

As anyone who read my Valentine’s Day entry will know, today is Wuvwess Day! And, surprisingly, I still have chocolate left from Valentine’s Day, even though I started munching on my stash Sunday afternoon. Oh! My dad has something he’s going to give me for Valentine’s Day, so there’s the possibility of even more chocolate!

Besides eating chocolate, I have no other plans for Wuvwess Day. In fact, I’m beginning to wonder if I should have scheduled Wuvwess Day for the 16th instead because I'd forgotten that today is National Flag of Canada Day. I suppose both events could be on the same day. Who’s to say that losers of love can’t be patriotic too? Okay, so I haven’t made hockey my religion. I still say “sorry” if someone bumps into me. As one American friend will point out, I pretty much apologize for everything, which is pretty annoying apparently. I'm guessing that in her book, it ranks right up there with my incessant need to spell certain words with a “u”. As she used to be my beta, I guess she would know.

What was I talking about again? I get so easily distracted. Oh, right. Originally, I was discussing Wuvwess Day, which seems to be mostly about eating leftover chocolate...or any chocolate at all for that matter. And I suppose if I were feeling introspective, I could hazard a guess as to why I'm so hopelessly and completely wuvwess. I think it's because I'm selfish. I like my free time (what there is of it) and my independence too much to commit to a relationship. Oh, and I snore. I think that pretty much speaks for itself. Did I mention that I have an inferiority complex? I know. It's nearly impossible to tell.

Comments

[jackycomelately.livejournal.com]

"I think it's because I'm selfish. I like my free time (what there is of it) and my independence too much to commit to a relationship." Yup, me too! Not that I'm beating them off, but frankly I would if necessary.

"Oh, and I snore." Who doesn't? I'm pretty sure everyone snores eventually. Although I don't remember you doing so particularly. Of course my mother is world champion, so maybe I just classified it as breathing!

I'm telling you—Home Depot! Fat guys with beer bellies and apparently (a gay friend tells me) lesbians! Not a flower or a piece of candy in sight.

[rusty-armour.livejournal.com]

I knew you'd understand! :-) Well, I'm not exactly beating them off with a stick either. If I ever decide to reject the calling of Wuvwess (Herne forbid!), I'll try cruising at Home Depot.

It's comforting to know that everyone snores eventually. Maybe in comparison to some people, my snoring could be classified as breathing. However, I think most unenlightened people would call it snoring. *g*