so it's valentine's day. i resist its inherent sappiness. (but secretly love it.) the exchange of little punch-out cards and insanely overpriced flowers and crumbling candy hearts with barely-legible letters that say “be my valentine.”
but what’s more fascinating is the history that brought about our rituals. apparently, feb. 14th is the anniversary of the day a priest named valentine was beheaded! that makes me want to gorge on chocolates, have a big romantic dinner with elliot - then maybe we’ll make out!
(which reminds me, yesterday a coworker told me that sarcasm is the lowest form of humor. sorry.)