Personally, I’m not so into the whole red roses, heart shaped box love fest anymore. When I was in high school, I was. Being noticed on Valentines Day seemed like a really big deal and seeing girls walking home with their armfuls of candy grams and cheap single roses made me sad and endlessly jealous. I felt so left out.
And then I got a serious boyfriend. And he was big on that sort of thing. I once woke up to find him standing in my parents’ backyard, wearing a suit and holding a box full o’ long stemmed red roses. (One of those long white boxes you see on TV.) He’d been tossing small pebbles at my window to wake me up. Even at the time, I laughed. I was embarrassed. I remember rushing around my house in a panic, terrified that he might see me in my pyjamas. All dishevelled and with morning breath, you know?
Looking back, it all seems ridiculous. And the funny thing is, despite all his romantic gestures, I still felt jealous and left out when I saw other girls traipsing by with their small gifts.
That’s how I am when I get to comparing. Never satisfied.
It don’t make no kinda sense.
Anyway, guys. Happy Valentines Day. I will leave you with three things worth Googling that have made me laugh in the last week. (Turn your sound on.) Because you know, a laugh is better than a smelly rotting rose any day. And it only smells in the morning. Before the teeth brush.
Banana Phone. (It’s the best! Beats the rest!)
Teen Girl Squad 11. (Did he sell beans? Hell no!)
Teen Girl Squad 12. (Boys!)
In the spirit of the day and with love love love,
Jen
P.S. Not to ruin the vibe, but readers, please don’t email me about typos in the blog. I really don’t care. I love hearing from you about other stuff, but pointing out grammatical errors (and the like) on the internet doesn’t make you seem smart. It makes you seem like a greasy old loser, sitting home alone with nothing better to do.
Here’s the thing: when you’re churning out text at an alarming rate, mistakes happen. I don’t go over my blog posts with a fine-toothed comb. In fact, I often don’t reread them at all. I type them as they come to me and post them as is. I don’t invest a lot of time in it. If I did, I’d surely make changes, but I don’t think that’s what blogging is about. I do enough editing at work.
And even if I did check them over (even if YOU checked them over) mistakes would still slip through. You think they wouldn’t because you think you’re smart and careful, but they would. I promise.
So just relax about it. Free your mind. Read with lightness in your heart. Just be cool, okay? Be cool.