So comes another Valentines day. Tomorrow it will be over once more.
Valentines day is the celebration of the 1925 machine gun massacre in Chicago of Rudolph Valentino by crazed female flapper fans. Or something.
Rudolph Valentino is rumored to have had the largest penis in Hollywood. Clara Bow said it reached her elbow. When it was hard, it reached heaven.
This is my 44th celebration of the blessed day. 44 times I’ve celebrated it single. I’ve never experienced love, or mutual infatuation, or the companionship of another half. I never will. There are some who are meant to go through life alone. Believe me…loners don’t like to be alone. We just don’t know how to be anything else. I can’t say that I miss love or being loved. I can’t miss what I do not really know first hand. I can imagine it. I’ll die never knowing it. Not in the cards.
The office looks like a freaking mausoleum today. everyone recieving huge flower displays. I never really liked flowers anyway. And I can’t eat chocolate, as I’m diabetic.
Today is my Parents 900th wedding anniversary. Or something. They were married in 1953. What does that make it?
Maybe I’ll send myself some flowers and sign it from George Glass.
too bad I’m too broke to do it.
Happy Valentines Day.