When you really get down to thinking about it, the concept of expressing the depth of your amour and the violence of your affections specifically once a year is rather silly. Any day is as good as the next. So why wait?
Ok, I am well aware that my commentary is rather trite, especially along the lines of "Valentine's is sooooo overrated". I go more with "Valentine's is soooo overdone". You should see the decor in my office. It's all rather pretty though, I must say.
So again, I got another bouquet. Red roses this time. Very pretty too, and they smell nice. Which is a step-up from last year's bouquet. Mixed flowers (no idea of the names) and the smell reminded me of toilet freshner. While that may seem harsh on the sender, keep in mind that air freshners aim to mimic the smells their different flavours are supposed to be on about, so that's a complement really. Depending on your perspectives.
Anyhoos, I'm mid-contemplation of selling it to Dr. Fey, but we still haggling on the price. Really, sender won't know that I didn't keep it, and if I do, it'll just wilt after all is said and done. Not exactly like I'm motivated to keep the darn thing anyways. I believe the accompanying card read something to the effect of: "Despite your flaws, here are 7 roses for the girl whom I consider perfect (for him, of course. What about me?!?). What a to-do, what a to-do. I could do with the extra cash though....
Speaking of which, people seem to tip more on such days. Or perhaps I'm not so un-easy on the eyes afterall. Whatever the case may be, I reckon I've accrued enough to last me through next week.
Halleluyah!
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