Good ol’ Truesdays…
I get all upset about that crazy fucker up in New England who went apeshit in a gay bar, and then went off to kill his online girlfriend and whatever. Dude needed some serious help, but found the internet instead.
Last week I kinda poked some good fun at the SxSW debacle that’s heading our way. The disaster that is… The Austin’s Lifeblood Festival… it’s a tempered disdain though. I always have a good time when the douche-balloon circus rolls into town. Always!
This week’s Truesday focused on that good-time holiday that we just breezed through. The most Hallmarkish of all Hallmark Holidays: You’re A Shitty Boyfriend Day! And that's AWESOME!
I swear I'll write up more on the Birthday Bender, but I'm behind on other shit. So there's that.
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On Valentines Day: I've never really been in to the whole thing. It's fun when your a kid, collecting fifty thousand of those little cheap assed cards from everyone in your class, but it's not really for relationships.
I mean, being forced to "show your love" by doing a set (and limited) list of things, while buying a set (and limited) series of presents, mandated on a set (and only one) day, no matter what your other plans may be. How is that romantic?
Romantic like doing taxes, I say. Fill in the blanks, and don't fuck it up or you'll regret it for the rest of the year.
Ah, another Austin blog! I think you are an Austin blog. But regardless, a good resourse none the less.
OK, I spent most of my adult life pretending not to care about Valentines day. Why? Because I have increadibly bad luck with the day. Either there is no one to wish me happy Valentines day, the one who should have forgot. Or I get shot in the face and the relationship ends (serioulsy, who gives the "I didn't mean for things to get so serious" speech on Valentines day), or as in one instance I get stood up.
I have a bad bad bad relationship to Valentines day. That is why I think it would be extra special nice if I were to actually have someone try to make the day romantic and special for me in any way. Buy me a flower, send me a card, leave me a fucking voice mail. SOMETHING!
Being behind is ok. Hope you're doing ok there, Craig. :)
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