Christ, I hate holidays. Why the hell are we celebrating a stupid
holiday in February dedicated to some ancient Roman priest anyway, I'm
not catholic, I don't even go to church anymore and we're already
married? The stupid bitch will probably buy seven or eight presents for
me, silly romantic shit like cards and pink and red candy; and last
year in a revolting turn of events she even sent flowers to my job.
Fuck, I'm in construction; it was 3 months before they stopped ribbing
me about the fucking flowers.
This stupid shopping mall is chock full of moronic kids in their hip
hugger jeans, talking on cell phones and pretending to work the
counters. I fucking hate this place too, but it is the only place I can
get everything at once. My mood would be better, but the stupid bitch
came home today and instead of dropping to her knees and giving me a
hummer, she comes in and hands me a fucking pink envelope with a shitty
card.
I mumbled something I hope sounded like "I love you,"......
