I've had it with pink confetti.

[ladymirth]

If I see one more red heart-shaped balloon, heart-shaped candy box or any thing that is pink, fluffy and looks like it belongs in Madam Puddifoot's , you may check for news reports of the girl who went berserk and went on a series of city-wide rampages of all things Hallmark in a Godzilla outift.

*shoots down nauseating red heart emblazoned on top of LiveJournal logo*

In other news;

For those of you who ship Lois Lane and Clark Kent in any incarnation, may I point you toward the new community 

cloisfic, created by the lovely katshakespeare.

 

Do join, my FoLClings!

 

Comments

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

Oh thank God I'm not the only one finding it all so nauseating. :$

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

It's not like I have anything against the idea of Valentine's Day, which is about giving and sharing love with your lover, al good and well, nothing wrong with that.

But it's the confetti and the candy and the radio shows and Tv shows blaring nothing but corny James Blunt songs and the red hearts and cupids weilding bows and arrows, pounding you in the face, over and over and over, you must love Valentines, you must love Valentines, you must love Valentines.

*hands over barf bag in sisterly sympathy*

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

Subliminal messaging, that's what it's all about.

*graciously accepts barf bag*

Only...I wonder if we'll look at it differently when we actually have someone to spend it with?

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

If I ever get to spend Valentine's day with the man of my dreams, I hope he'll never buy me a Hallmark card and candy to show me he loves me. I hope we'll have our own private rituals and small secrets we spend weeks in advance preparing for, with sweet whispers and silly pranks and cosy, gigglesome moments we'll treasure like pressed flowers between the pages of a well-worn journal.
If I ever spend Valentine's day with the man of my dreams, I hope it will be no different from any other day of the week, when he'll let me know that he loves me in the smallest and most heartwarming of ways; kissing me when I have coffee breath and then not caring, fixing me my hot chocolate in the morning because he knows I'm grumpy until I have it, forgiving me when I forget an important date or appointment because he knows my scatterbrainedness is part of the whole package, calling me to let me know when he'll be late and ask me not to stay up.
I suppose, in real life, couples don't have fairy-tale relationships and they take each other for granted after a while. They put their commitment to each other on hold and let their lives be swept away with the rest of the rat race and forget to keep the romance burning.
But I hope that one day, if the man of my dreams comes home late at night, having forgotten to tell me not wait up, and sees me asleep on the couch waiting for him, he feels a small stirring of the old romance and leans over and kisses me on the cheek before wending his routine way to the shower and a solitary dinner.
And when he does, I hope I'll forgive him and treasure his kiss like I would his first rose to me, dried between the pages of my journal.
I hope I never need a Valentine's day.

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

Very romantic, m'dear. Hear hear!!!

[katshakespeare.livejournal.com]

EEEEE yay thanks for the mention!