I Hate Valentine's Day

I've been thinking a lot lately (I’ll try not to strain myself) about, obviously Valentine’s Day, and the ridiculous pressure put on singles and men in relationships. First off Valentine’s Day, in my mind, is a holiday strictly to sell flowers, cards and balloons that‘ll just end up in the trash. Sorry if I sound bitter or negative it’s just how I see it.

To me Valentine’s Day means two things, ONE: it’s my 8 year anniversary at work. That being said I finally got an “old-new” (someone else’s old while they got a new) computer. Downside, Vista was installed on it. TWO: Two years ago I found out one of my dear old friends killed himself, blah blah blah. That being said I figured some things out…

My friends tend to do this around some sort of holiday. Garrett, Valentine’s Day. Mr. White’s birthday was the day before Valentine’s Day and he left us Christmas Eve. Dear Hotine was right before my birthday (and one of his roommate and best friend’s birthday). Holidays can be rough and messy apparently.

Still, usually I would end up wearing red or something for this holiday but today I just forgot. There is so much other shit going on that it just slipped my mind. I did get a “Happy Anniversary” from the VP of the company this morning, which I really appreciated. 

Sadly I Inform that Yet Again

Followers, you may or may not know that it’s been a tough couple of weeks here in Tara land (my head mostly). Besides me making up my own shit, we (Chamblee) are experiencing yet another loss. A friend (considerably apart of old Chamblee) passed away Saturday morning in his sleep by what seems to have been a heart attack. It’s such a freak thing and kind of hard to wrap minds around. Sorry if this sounds insensitive, but I was just relieved to hear it wasn't drugs or suicide, because as you know that’s usually how we do it in Chamblee (and that just SUCKS but all the same losing friends just SUCKS and what sucks more is that sadly our minds go there when we hear of deaths).

But no, he had a bad cough through out the night and didn't wake up when he was summoned in the morning. I do write this with great regret. It’s always sad to hear this kind of news and my heart goes out to his family, his NEW wife, and his closest friends, whom some happen to be my closest friends.

Due to recent events I was forced to run into my (dreaded) ex boyfriend. And as he does he told me not to be a stranger and call him (or some shit) to hang out (or some shit). I don’t really know I was kind of not in a normal head space  but either way, not.gonna.happen. Like good to see you (not really) but no thanks (really). I hate to say, because it sucks, but he’s so my type. But what are types anyways? Obviously my “type” isn't working out for me.

On to the more important subject, added to my prayer list is Carl’s family and our friends. Amen.