I'm spending my Valentines Day reading in a bookstore cafe, flanked by idiotic LA girls pouring through Star magazines and criticizing famous clothes, famous hair, famous men to whom they would do "very bad things" and giggling at each other. Loudly. That bubble-headed giggle that only dogs can hear. My greatest wish is that my ears will soon be so clogged with blood I can no longer hear them. I cannot think of worse VD company to keep.
Hope yours is more enjoyable.
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