im sitting here pulling on my lower eyelashes trying to create sort of a pocket to put the tears starting... back in so my make-up doesnt run and i dont look like a freak to the house full of people (family... for my grammas birthday... ) but none the less... id look retarded crying in front of the computer.

i hate valentines day... and im not afraid to say that... single or taken... it always just sucks as a day in general... minus the holiday aspect... maybe i should correct myself and say i hate february 14th.

so i have these friends that i talk about all the time... wendy and joe... and i have known the story of the way they met from the first time i talked to wendy in the parking garage at work.

i usually hear it told by wendy or a joint effort of the 2 but i dont think i have ever heard it told in as great a detail as i have just read... written out... souly by joe... retard me knowing this story and knowing where they are now and whats going on in their lives and even to the point that i was with them 16 hours ago... but by the last paragraph the quivering chin was going like a 3 year old that just got yelled at for breaking the tiffany lamp...

by the last line i could only make out that it said happy valentines day because it was written in red and larger than the rest of the print...