Ah, Valentine’s Day. A day of the year which, when I am forced to go out among my fellow man, I can look upon them freely with unmitigated disgust. At least in the UK nobody is wearing pink or anything foul like that. Elle calls today “VD,” and it ever puts me in mind of a class of diseases…
*Sigh* Is it so wrong that I’ve had so much fun with this heart generator? I have a feeling I have far more conversational epithets to hurl… All for a good cause, though, right? I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day…