Run, as fast as you can

Oh, the dreaded day is once again upon us. The Valentine madness reaches out its long, green slime covered arms to suck us all into the vortex of make-belief love-joy. The flowershop owners throw their roses and tulips and carnations at us, frowning if we choose to remain untouched by their corny, cheesey, annoying, contaminating happiness. Make that white lilies for me. The shops sell heart shapes chocolate products to every oversized sonofabitch and every fat chick who should not be eating any chocolate, at all, and especially not when they are complaining that they are sooo all-alone-in-this-cold-cold-world because they feel unhappy about being fat. The only songs you will get to hear on the radio today are all bound to be taken off every compilation of love songs to have come out in the last 50 years. Say No! to WetWetWet, say No! to Tina Turner, Say No! to Phil Collins. Be strong and remember, it will all be over tomorrow. If you need someone to tell you that everything will be ok until then, check this out.