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happy manufactured holiday! Back in grade school I remember it as one of the most awkward days of the year. Shy kids like myself were better off handing out the same card to everybody. It was not a good idea to do something special for a particular person, as I learned to my cost. ahh, youth.
I think it's lame to spend time on somebody because of a particular day. If you don't care enough to devote some time and attention the other 364 days of the year, then you really don't care very much. Maybe you should get them a gift card?
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In other news, perhaps as a special treat for all those lonely guys out there, the SI Swimsuit Issue came out today. It's okay, if you're into showstoppingly beautiful women with hardly any clothes on. I'm conflicted, because I like pretty girls as much as (probably more than) the next guy, but it's easy to confuse the fantasy of the magazine photos with real life ( i.e. girls don't look like that in real life. And I live in the OC, which has more stunning girls than most places.)
My old roommate liked to use it as motivation; he would pick out a girl in the magazine before he went out, and he'd say to himself, "that girl is out there, right now, looking for a boyfriend. Let's do this!" Inevitably, he'd make out with some thick girl from around the way, but he was always motivated. Ahhh, youth.
love you. especially today.
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Are you kidding me with the valentines day gift fiasco? Try this…
Okay, in fourth grade I have the hots for some lady, Dawa if memory serves. And as the romantic guy I am I want to do something special for my crush on valentines day. Keep in mind, I probably have not said five words to this girl, ever. Nevertheless, watching TV one evening I see a commercial which informs me that the ladies love the jewelry on valentines day. Now as a fourth grader my fundage was low but I was an observant child. I observed that my mom had this stack of jewelry sitting right there on her dresser. Well, in a moment of unbridled infatuation I race in there grab some random gold thing and break out to my room like the thief I am.
Next morning, I select the most romantic Garfield valentines day card in the box, write some vague declaration of love, slide the gold necklace in and lick it shut. At school, when it comes time to deliver cards, I walk by Dawa’s mailbox, casually drop it in then stroll back to my seat where I sweat bullets as she collects and opens all her cards. I wait, nothing happens. More waiting, more nothing. Later, some random girl—her best friend I later lean—comes over and hands me the valentine back, necklace and all, and informs me that Dawa is not interested. Ouch.
But wait, there’s more…
Later that day, the friend comes back, informs me that Dawa has changed her mind and would like the necklace back. Me—the jackass I am—give it back. That is that.
Fast-forward. Next evening, mom calls me into her room and is standing there holding the necklace I stole from her days earlier. Well, apparently, Dawa’s mom sees the necklace, reads the 18-karrot gold tag, realizes it is probably not an appropriate gift from someone attending public school, tracks down my mom and gives the necklace back.
Busted. Rejected then busted. Don’t remember what happened after that but it surly wasn’t good.
peace,
b
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