My December Valentine.

So far today I’ve gotten:

Many hugs
A box of ‘rockstar’ chocolates
A beautiful purple rose
Chocolate covered Strawberries
One red rose
A call from Mom
One box of condoms
&
The fairytale kiss

I’ve eaten:

2 cookies
A handful of Jelly Bellies
Hundreds of Hershey Kisses
A gallon of peanut butter
2 Frappuccinos
&
Some sweethearts

(I feel like ralphing. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta)

SO. LINKIN PARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I <3 and="and" as="as" at="at" babies="babies" best="best" boyd="boyd" br="br" chester.="chester." didn="didn" down:="down:" for="for" freakin="freakin" good.="good." good="good" had="had" have="have" he="he" here="here" how="how" i="i" idea="idea" is="is" it="it" just="just" least="least" man.="man." me="me" no="no" part="part" pretended="pretended" r="r" s="s" so="so" t="t" the="the" this="this" to="to" us="us" was-="was-" was="was" went="went" which="which" would="would">
I & I are lounging about at Nea’s house under the guise of ‘hanging out’ and perhaps later- doing doubles dinner for Valentine’s Day early... I’m calm, I’m cool and collected. (I’m actually bouncing all over the place, trying to convince Nea to tell Boyd where we’re really going- literally shaking with excitement)

After enduring my enthusiasm to the breaking point, Nea finally banished me to the kitchen. But there were jello shots in there. Score. (I’m from a small town- that’s what we used to *do* I’m practically a professional) Nea was even considerate enough to make 2 kinds- yellow and green. Yellow Jello is funner to say. I dig in.

After hording it all to myself for a while, I am finally made to share. Half is already gone and I’m starting to feel it! I takes a spoonful and whispers to me- ‘uh, Kell? I don’t think there’s anything in here...’ OMG hun, don’t you realize I’m a *professional*?! I would know. Boyd’s been making these for years- it’s his special formula! Though I have to admit your cluelessness is quite sweet... silly boy, I can hardly TALK straight!

Wanna guess? Go ahead, guess... Uh-huh. I picked the wrong jello. I ate a pound of plain ole jello. Darn. It’s time to go.

OOooh... The Valentine’s candy is starting to get to me. Too much sugar... SUGAR HIGH!!! I’m crashing... can’t write anymore. Can’t muster any enthusiasm right now.

Woo. Linkin Park. Was awesome. Great. Wahoo.

ZZzzzzzZZzzzz

::sigh::

*giggle*
*headtilt*
*blush*

I have been a complete and utter retard for the past couple of weeks.
...and I haven't minded a bit!

Very EXCITED. As I'm sure you know- Valentine's Day is almost upon us. It is the most hated of holidays for us singles- throwing in our faces again and again the fact that we've managed to blow all our chances of relationship bliss... Are we lacking in some capacity because we haven't managed to hang on to someone? Do we have character defects that are readily apparent to potential mates?

Valentine's Day says- 'YES'!

(I have to admit though- I've always been more of a vodka and cigarette kind of girl opposed to the candy and flowers type...)

This year I can't *wait* for it to get here:D I have fabulous plans! They're top secret. So I'll talk in code- I'm heading to a fabulous place with some fabulous people (B&N&I) to see some different fabulous people who sing fabulous songs. It's going to be fab- er, NEAT! I am SO excited!!! However- if 'B' finds out before 'N' tells him, I'll probably never have the opportunity to see 'I' ever again.

I suck at secrets.

:(