So it's Valentine's Day, one of the many so-called holidays I don't give a damn about. I didn't remember until I got to work and was bombarded with the sight of flowers and baloons...red and pink everywhere (two colors I hate by the way). The thing I hate most about today is that people tend to pity you for being alone. I'm sorry, I don't subscribe to the I need/want/gotta have a man newsletter. So not my style. I won't deny that the idea of having a more than friendly partner to do things with crosses my mind, but I just can't make it a priority. If it happens it happens, and even then...I'm not traditional relationship girl. I think long distance would work very well for me. Maybe when I go to school in England I'll find some nice British boy who likes Fugazi and Monty Python. We'll hang out every weekend, but once I graduate I'll come back to my motherland and he'll stay in his but we'll visit each other during summers and holidays. The love of my life forever half a world away...and that suits me just fine.