An Awful, Awful Valentine
Feb. 14th, 2006 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
errantemberToday has been a busy day.
I spent the first 3 hours of my day actually having to be physically present at work (a blessed rarity) in a meeting that only peripherally effected me while panicking about Valentine's Day deadlines. No customers were helped during this meeting. No love letters were written.
I then got a call and finalized the "official" change from a physical to a non-physical relationship with the partner I've spent the most time with over the past four years, and the only person I was currently really physical with at all.
Happy Valentine's Day.
There are actually some really good things about this, but it's hard to remember what they are right now.
Anyway.
In the meantime, I've been writing a fuckload of e-mails, cards, letters, and to-be-recorded phone messages to her and various other people, past an present, who I'm thinking about on Valentine's Day.
The following excerpt is to someone I've been hiding a huge crush from for years who I've finally gotten to know personally enough to take action. I'm fairly certain this won't be the way it's finally delivered, because it's too over the top even for her, but it was too awful not to share somehow, lest I escape unpunished for my unforgivable taste. Perhaps it's soiled presence will serve as a weapon of petty vengeance (the only kind) against the most bipolar of all holidays during my time of discontent.
Names have been omitted to protect the guilty.
(had crush, like you, want you, etc...)
...
have a whole collection of desires
many of which involve clothing
and all of which,
like the clothing,
are completely optional.
And if it would bring happiness to your life
to pursue any of them with me
I might just shit my pants with joy.
After which I would take a shower
and change into different pants
before we spent any time together.
...
Take that, Valentine's Day.
I spent the first 3 hours of my day actually having to be physically present at work (a blessed rarity) in a meeting that only peripherally effected me while panicking about Valentine's Day deadlines. No customers were helped during this meeting. No love letters were written.
I then got a call and finalized the "official" change from a physical to a non-physical relationship with the partner I've spent the most time with over the past four years, and the only person I was currently really physical with at all.
Happy Valentine's Day.
There are actually some really good things about this, but it's hard to remember what they are right now.
Anyway.
In the meantime, I've been writing a fuckload of e-mails, cards, letters, and to-be-recorded phone messages to her and various other people, past an present, who I'm thinking about on Valentine's Day.
The following excerpt is to someone I've been hiding a huge crush from for years who I've finally gotten to know personally enough to take action. I'm fairly certain this won't be the way it's finally delivered, because it's too over the top even for her, but it was too awful not to share somehow, lest I escape unpunished for my unforgivable taste. Perhaps it's soiled presence will serve as a weapon of petty vengeance (the only kind) against the most bipolar of all holidays during my time of discontent.
Names have been omitted to protect the guilty.
(had crush, like you, want you, etc...)
...
have a whole collection of desires
many of which involve clothing
and all of which,
like the clothing,
are completely optional.
And if it would bring happiness to your life
to pursue any of them with me
I might just shit my pants with joy.
After which I would take a shower
and change into different pants
before we spent any time together.
...
Take that, Valentine's Day.
