So, since I happen to have a Thursday (and Friday!) off this week, I was thinking about hitting Wednsday night Kareoke at My Sister's Room in downtown Decatur. I'll be going to lunch with the rest of my office that day, so I think I'll need a drink after that.

Anybody (who isn't, you know, traveling or stuck with their family that night or busy throwing some big dinner together) wanna come sing poorly with me? Hell, the more the merrier or something, right? It starts at 9:30 (read: maybe about ten if we're lucky) so it's good and late and just in time for people to be home from work. We could probably do dinner nearby.

Fire me off an email or something if you want to meet up.

Where stores everywhere start puking up red and pink hearts, where people speak all manner of glurge-worthy tripe about that special someone (and the loot they are getting/giving) that they lurvvve so very very much, and where jaila holds back the urge to slaughter all humanity for the next few weeks.

Ah, yes, You're a Whore Day approaches, and this is my rant for the year:

I don't understand what it is about Feb. 14th that turns normally intelligent women (yes, I'm picking on the girls, deal with it) into hormonal, love-sick morons who lose their fucking minds over something red or chocolate-y or shiny or what have you.

( Jaila's bitter personal invective (put behind a cut for your safety) )

I think my biggest problem with the holiday (besides its pointless fixation on "romance") is the sheer lack of creativity and thought that goes into most people's celebrations. Take a walk around when that day comes; everyone gets the same thing, goofy giftbags and stupid balloons and bunches of roses. Try to go out to eat anywhere; you can't get in because everybody and their mother has the exact same idea as everyone else about romantic overpriced candlelit dinner. Come on, people, any waterheaded retard can hop onto FuckloadofFlowers.biz and have McValentine delivered to their lady's door.

(Though, if you really want to make her feel special, send them to her job. That way, she can prance around the office like some prize thoroughbred with her goods. "Oh, what a surprise! Look at how much my man loves me! Look at how much pussy he's getting tonight! Oh wow!" You know, completely ignoring the fact that twenty other chicks in the same buliding got similar tokens. How else can she compete with the other girls?)

And don't give me that "it's the thought that counts" bullshit. If you were giving it any thought, you wouldn't be flooding Hallmark or Kroger like every other robot, keeping these Shiny Gift moneymakers' pockets full.

So, what's my advice? Well, of course, completely boycotting that day would be marvelous (and would keep the Shiny Gifts moneymakers on their toes), but I know there are some chicks out there who would scream "You don't really love me!" and withhold sex, so I would go with being creative. If she can't deal, dump her ass (note that around Feb. 14th is prime for people to break up anyway) and find someone less materialistic and stupid (Feb. 14th is also prime time for hooking up).

My random, fever induced ideas:
Have the chick do all the buying
Celebrate the day after (you know, when all the shit's on sale)
Take a year off and buy something for yourself

Just do something else. This hair trigger cynic thanks you.

So, apparently, the majority of Georgians are ignorant morons who can't wrap their tiny little minds around the concept of "civil" marriage and "religious" marriage, and passed the stupid Amendment 1 (please don't tell me if you did, I'd like to remain on speaking terms with you)...bigoted fuckheads, every last one...

and Mr. weather.com is a liar

and my hurt ankle can't apparently stand to stand for five hours straight without throbbing...

and I really do hate retail...a lot...at least I get to play with cool toys, I guess...

and I HATE THIS CANE!!!

I want a new state...badly...

Aw hell, why does it have to snow in Canada? It would be perfect otherwise...

I think I need a good long cry, or an orgasm, to rid myself of this fucking frustration....*snarl*

in other news, OpenOffice.org: a good idea or should I just stick to MicroSuck Office?