i have not been very subtle about my love of Valentines Day at all. but this year i refrained from talking about the valentines i was sending out (some of which i are still sitting stamped and addressed in my addressbook). i didn’t talk about how someone should send me orange flowers or any of that. i guess it was a test to see who in my life would really remember just how damn much i love love, even if it’s in a non-romantic, totally platonic kinda way.

so this morning when i got up this morning, i started composing the woe-is-me i was totally forgotten on this the most important of holidays self-pity bullshit post that i was totally gonna indulge myself in. because, well, i’m goofy like that.

but my fucking favorite westernerd of all-time, Zook, totally screwed up the pity party i had planned. because when i got to work there in my inbox was a fuzzy warm smiley valentine, that totally got my rocks off.

happy valentine’s day darling ones. you are loved.