Another year, another Valentine’s Day… Hate it.
Last year? i was annoyed by the unwanted affection of a creepy guitarist in the ensemble for Hair. As the elder-stateswoman of the tribe during the Be-In, he decided i was the safest target. He was a 50-something postal worker, and the rest of the cast were 20- and 30-somethings. He was quite seriously wrong… An “accident” with a 2″ x 4″ during set strike cured him of his misplaced affection.
This year? Definitely enjoying myself with a small, but enthusiastic, contingent of boy-toys gentlemen friends. But if any of them takes a step or two down “Romance Road”? Walking papers, dude.
So. Not. My. Style.
Swiping some beautiful words from my friend, the Ninjaneer, this is more along the lines of a card i’d like to get…
Though you’re not bright, you’re beautiful!
Like Jennifer Love Hewitt.
I’d love to fuck your brains out…
But someone beat me to it!
Happy VD, folks… May you get something you want. Or if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need…