While smittened and panicking boyfriends everywhere are fervently rushing around like headless chickens and breaking into cold sweat from imagining the horrors that would be unleashed upon them should they dare NOT to get their significant others anything ("no honey it's really okay I don't care about Valentine's Day... oh look at that time my mom's waiting I've got a headache kthxbaiFOREVER"), thus forcing them to withdraw their life's savings, steal someone's baby, sell a kidney, maim little animals for cash; JUST to buy something, OMG ANYTHING wrapped in some ugly tacky plastic wrapping complete with frills, laces and pink ribbons for their loved ones to commemorate a day where normal everyday goodies are priced a trillion times more than usual just to get laid (or whatever stupid "romantic" jargon boys use these days); candymakers, giftmakers, cardmakers and eating establishment owners are laughing themselves all the way to the bank.
Make a difference this Valentine's Day.
Fuck it and spend it IN.
Watch some sappy romantic movie courtesy of Uncle Ho and stuff your faces with Mcdonald's home delivered sundaes.
Stay HOME for fuck sakes.
Besides, it's Heroes day, man. And nothing is worth missing Heroes for. NOTHING, I tell you.
Me? Bitter? Noooooooooooooooo..............
(okay single people, the coast is clear. I think they took the bait. Let's hit out, have a good dinner then catch Babel. But only after Heroes, k? :P )