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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Spread it around like manure

For some reason, I always think springtime is the season of love. The snow melts and so do hearts, and the flowers bloom along with romances. It’s as if love is being spread around like manure and growing in unexpected places.

But, it seems that nobody needs springtime to fall in love since when February 14th exits on the calendar of every hopeless romantic.

True, you can be in love any time of the year, but it seems Valentine’s Day is the one time of the year where you have to show it. And showing love entails spending money. Whoever says love is free does not work in the fields of advertising and marketing.

What about those who don’t have anyone to show anything to? They don’t get the chocolates and flowers, and dinner is probably out of the question. And, don’t even bother bringing up the topic of sex unless it involves your hand or an inanimate device that runs with an electrical current.

C’est l’amour, c’est la vie.

Sadly, it can’t it happen to everyone. Or, can it? Does it matter what time of the year it is, or is it specifically-related to a date? And, if you can’t get love to grow, is a load of crap all you need to make it bloom?

By the way, what’s that smell…?

5 Comments:

Blogger about a boy said...

grrr doesnt believe in valentines day. yeah me!

February 12, 2008 9:10 am  
Blogger Sooo-this-is-me said...

Hmmm, you would almost think that the stores were doing it to make loads of money off cheap gifts and not actually for love, but that can't be right.

February 12, 2008 12:43 pm  
Blogger W said...

i think this article sums it up perfectly :)

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/feb/11/charliebrooker.relationships

February 12, 2008 12:54 pm  
Blogger Preposterous Ponderings said...

Nothing says I love you like a 20 pound bag of cow crap!

February 12, 2008 2:02 pm  
Blogger Lewis said...

Well, aren't we just one hell of a happy man? Sounds like somebody needs a joint, a hot bout of naughty sex, a pop on the arse, or a few extra dollars. Screw the chocolates and flowers.

February 12, 2008 5:45 pm  

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