Snowpocolypse+ Valentine's Gay

In the words of my roommate and I, "It's blizzarding outside."

I love the snow. I'm a huge fan- always have been. Snow days, sledding, snow ball fights, making snow men, all activities including copious amounts of snow and wonderful friends. How could you not like snow?! Alright, I know, it could be a pain, but I love it anyhow.
I'm sitting in my apartment today watching harry potter and the half blood prince, drinking hot chocolate. We actually just braved the cold to procure cake mix and cookies. It was such an adventure, an incandescent adventure! What could be better?!



This will be my last time talking about V-day! Promise.
So Valentine's Days is ever approaching and the biting reality that I am not apart of a couple (womp womp) is slowly caving in on me in an excruciatingly, mortifyingly devastating way. Every shop window (and even freaking delis) is decorated with blood red hearts and teddy bears with little black, encroaching (almost taunting) eyes. And love songs and specials about love and people talking about love escalates to unbearable levels and all you want to do is drown it out with your own desperate screams, entreating the insanity to stop. Sigh. Maybe that's just me. I don't know what it is about Valentine's Day that really just gets on my nerves... Maybe it's the gross amount of time couples put into the impudent floundering of romantic gestures for gratification or to prove their love for each other. Maybe it's the unfortunate societal pressure that insists people need romantic relationships in order to be happy. Maybe it's because this one day spotlights people who are not involved with anyone and somehow manages to embarrass them for choosing singularity.
And now for the mad scramble of people to find dates for Valentine's Days so as not feel the inevitable sting of bachelor/bachelorette(?)-hood on the "holiday of love."
I hope the title of this post didn't offend, it's strictly in jest/humor. As a testament to my distaste for using the word "gay" in a negative context I shall post an important public announcement done by the talented and apparently socially aware Hilary Duff and comedian Wanda Sykes.



STUPID.

Anyway, what I'm really trying to say is, will you be my valentine?


Im (going) out (with you).

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I'M TRAPPED

In Yonkers. FML.

Brooklyn baby, one day we'll be reunited. On a cool day in December we will meet, and Yonkers will be forgotten. All of the horrid memories, the nightmarish days, the incessant madness- poof! Gone in an instant when I cross the threshold of my wonderful burrough. I can feel my energy leaking out of me. Yonkers, darling you're breaking my heart. We have to go our separate ways. These past few days have been a haze. Light blending into dark with such devious ease. I'm trying my hardest not to sink to my knees and beg for release from this incorrigible hell. Alone in my deepest desires to flee from thee, I wait for the one person who can release me. One person who has been running errands, in and out for days, going to work, preparing for the holidays, forgetting an increasingly impatient guest (feeling more like a prisoner). And all I can do is wait and wait and wait, my eagerness depleting along with my energy. Hopefully I won't be completely diminished by the time Brooklyn and I reunite. I can barely type anymore ........................................


I'm (soooooooooo) out (of it).

WAAAIT!! ANOTHER THING!! (HOW COULD I FORGET!) pardon my french but ef that ruling ny. how the hell could this happen in such a liberal state? this is truly getting ridiculous. the amount of injustice in the "legal system" is already unbearable and the continuation of such blatant ignorance is so incredibly shameful. How could this happen in "progressive America?" My love for NY and my already dwindling hope for humanity is rapidly depreciating. I loved what NY stood for, or what I thought NY stood for. Now there's this disgusting haze of disappoint suffocating the streets of the city that never sleeps (now the city that encourages injustice). There's so much wrong with this city and I was willing to love it anyway, but then this happened. C'mon NY, you're breaking my heart.



Not you Kermit, you're okay. you rock.