If I were St Valentine, I'd get myself martyred too.

[raven]

Okay. Um. I think I'm going to have to complain. Because this, this is just not acceptable. It is February the fourteenth, people. International Flaunt Your Coupliness In The Face Of The Inherently-Incomplete-And-Consequently-Sub-Human Singletons Day. And what do we have? Not only the usual scented expressions of blissed-out coupledom, but traitorness and treason all over the goddamn shop, because, I tell you, even the singletons are revolting. We're supposed to band together! We're supposed to unite and watch girlie films and talk about how we're much better off anyway, and laugh wryly even though we all have IQs in triple figures and therefore are well aware that being better off anyway is some sort of wilfully self-delusional fiction, and then we're supposed to drink ourselves into oblivion.

Sadly for me, there are no singletons: all my friends are couply omg. All of them. I didn't even notice it happening. But Sky and Pat have been incommunicado all day, and Claire's grinning because Matty sent her something nice, and there are crocuses emerging in the garden quad and people skipping over the grass, and just, argh. Because I'm pretty sure I'd be behaving less hideously if everyone wasn't being so HORRIBLE. I know I'm single. I know. I knew it when I got up this morning, I knew it when I got my post in a post room suffused with the sweet scent of chocolate and RAG roses, and I know, I know, I know I'm going to die alone and be eaten by Alsatians you DON'T HAVE TO RUB IT IN.

...rage.

Just in an attempt to persuade you all that I'm not a horrible person but merely a normally-nice person behaving like a five-year-old, I did actually send some Valentines. I sent two. One I think has not arrived yet. The recipient of the other one has got it, but I don't know how they reacted. It wasn't signed, of course.

Also, I'd quite possibly be more equable about things if I hadn't spent four solid hours reading Keynes whilst everyone else was picnicking among the crocuses. And I've got another four chapters to go, before ten, at which point Claire is planning to drag me to the bar. She isn't actually eligible to go, because it's Singles Night (ohgod), but she says she wants to drink gin. You get a free drink if you pull in sight of the bar stuff, two free drinks if you pull a straight person of the same sex or a gay person of the opposite sex, and a free bottle of wine if you pull Lady Lindsay. In other words, hell on earth, but see above re: drinking self into oblivion.

Comments

singletons of the world unite!

[me-ves-y-sufres.livejournal.com]

If I was in Oxford I would so totally be watching bad '50s sci-fi films with you right now, complete with alcohol and everything.

Re: singletons of the world unite!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*cliiiing* Why are you not here already, dammit!

[pinkishmew.livejournal.com]

International Flaunt Your Coupliness In The Face Of The Inherently-Incomplete-And-Consequently-Sub-Human Singletons Day.

I think I can see why they went for the shorter title. In a few weeks or so, when I actually get to see Paul, I'll be sure to flaunt it at someone out of sheer arrogance. [nods]

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

If you're pissed off with me, tell me about it. Just, please, don't be oblique.

[pinkishmew.livejournal.com]

Mate, sorry. I've just had a dayful of people saying how terrible and sad it is to be single, and I'm just thinking, 'Well, it's pretty fucking terrible being with someone, too,' and happened to write a stupid snidey comment in your journal.

Sorry. Totally shouldn't have taken it out on you.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

And I'm sorry if I made you feel bad at all. I really didn't mean to belittle your situation in any way. *hugs*

[pinkishmew.livejournal.com]

[hugs] It really wasn't you; it was everything today. I'm just sitting along with most other people, glowering jealously at everyone who got to spend their Valentine's Day with someone special.

Let's kill 'em!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Yes, let's! We can be caped crusaders of doom!

[pinkishmew.livejournal.com]

Yay! [slides down pole into secret basement]

[foulds.livejournal.com]

*puts up hand*

Single and annoyed at all the Smug May-as-well-be-marrieds. Except my reaction is Assam Tea, a long bath, wrapping self up in a dressing gown, and a spot of Firefly before an early night.

[eternalwings.livejournal.com]

Oh hun I know the feeling I'm about to shoot myself here!

today:
my class- "So what are you doing for valentines day? Going out with your gir-....boyfriend"
me- I don't have either and valentines day suck GO AWAY
class- awww you poor thing
me- ...............GRAHHHH *bites heads off*

[ladyfalcon.livejournal.com]

On the plus side, perhaps the Alsatians will let you snuggle with them for a bit before they eat you. That'd be nice. They're cuddly dogs when they're puppies.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

To be fair, I adore them. They're so sweet-looking, even when they're adults, and they've got such a bad rep. When they're well-treated, they're beautiful, loyal dogs. My doggie, Max, was one, and I miss him even now. Such a lovely dog.

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

My friend just told me my favorite V-Day story of all time. (It came from her LJ friends' page. How would we survive without the Internet?)

Today, a professor asked her class, "So, are you all excited about Valentine's Day?"

The class, as a body, groaned loudly.

The professor said, "Well, at least it's an excuse to eat chocolate!" She promptly turned around and left the room. And, twenty minutes later, came back from the store with a bag of chocolates.

*hugs* I was going to leave you a message on 140206, and then it up and disappeared. Also, dear US postal service: I sent that birthday package nearly a month ago. FUCK YOU.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Awww, that's too sweet. I need more chocolate in my life. (Talking of more chocolate in life, watch your mailbox. *g*)

I shall watch my post like a hawk. Um, like a hawk who needs chocolate. :)