What a vile holiday this is. Now, don't jump on me yet, I do have an explanation. As most of you know, I am not single this year for the first time in many years, and though I cannot be with my significant other for this holiday, it isn't some kind of petty animosity that makes Valentine's day leave such a bitter taste in my mouth. It is the holiday itself and what it has come to mean in our culture.
Men? If you don't buy your girlfriend something sparkly, a bouquet of roses, and take her to dinner, you're a terrible person. Women? If you are involved in any way with a man and he does not shower you with gifts, you're in a terrible relationship and, really, how could that insensitive oaf do this to you? In case anyone was wondering, this paragraph was sarcastic.
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Occasionally in life, we are blinded by epiphany. Reality coalesces into one defining moment where doubts flee our minds, pessimism buries itself in the nether, and fears are nonentities. In that moment we see life with striking clarity and make a decision purely based on that truth, finally freeing ourselves, if only for a moment, from the traps of anxiety.
That moment came to me when Peter got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. And I said yes.
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Pictures are here, and yes... I got a fucking Facebook... shoot me. :P
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