February 14, 2004

The Broken Heart from The Morning News. "People on the street were asked to tell us about the jerk who treated them bad, and what they
posted by onlyconnect 20 years ago
  • Terrific stuff (especially interesting to see that several of the people who think they got their hearts broken actually sound, even in their own words, like the ones who did the breaking). The Guardian has a few Valentines disaster stories that go pretty nice with this. But what I don't understand is, why's everybody all of a sudden talking about Valen- Oh, fuck. It's not, is it? Not again? Oh, no... *barricades self in room, refuses to come out*
  • 31 hours (US Pacific Time) to go until it's all over... I sure picked the wrong week to go on a diet...
  • I guess I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.
  • Ooh, I liked those, flashboy. Stories about other people's doom always make me feel better.
  • Listen, just do what I do. Grab a few friends who aren't attached, or are but are still capable of relating to single people, and hit the only places in the country that aren't afflicted with the holiday: the wilderness. Wendell, you're within 6 driving hours of some of the best scenery in the world -- the Los Padres National Forest, the hills of the Central Coast, the Red Rock of the southwestern deserts -- and you've got a three-day weekend. I'm sure not staying in LA for the whole thing.
  • Or you could always celebrate International Quirkyalone Day, which coincidentally falls on the same date... Actually, namespan, me and few friends are planning on doing exactly that. Of course, by 'wilderness', we mean 'Cambridge'. It's like a misery and bitterness nostalgia day, with beer. Or I might just go down to Soho and watch all the lovely, joyful couples go hand-in-hand down the sunlit streets. And, you know, throw stuff.
  • Fling candy hearts. They can't complain, they'll think you're just overcome with the joy of the holiday. Poisonous candy hearts.