Y'all are too fucking full of love.

[40cakes]

300 entries back, and it's still Valentine's Day. Update me if anyone died or eloped. Happy birthday, obifu!

I've only been to the gym once this week, partially due to laziness and partially due to snow (snow encourages laziness, also). Cries.

Tuesday night I went to an Anti-Valentine's Day party sponsored by Bust and Altoids. Everything smelled of chocolate, and so did my scarf all day yesterday. It was AWESOME. I made these awesome wristbands, which are evidence that I am totally hard-core of course. I wanted to put little safety pins between the broken heart pieces, since I'm not broken hearted, and safety pins = instant punk. They also had tables to make "one night stand kits", which were empty Altoids tins, with magazines and neat paper and prints and rhinestones and sequins and bric-a-brac, with Mod Podge. Once you decorated the box, there were vag wipes and condoms and lube to store inside the Altoids tin. Awesome.

As someone who looks like a child but may be a midget, wears only a diaper, and likes to shoot people with projectiles, I think handcuffs are really the least of Cupid's kinks.

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[restivemind.livejournal.com]

So, cupid is actually that little guy from Fantasy Island running around in Depends, dispensing Viagra-dipped arrows? That would explain a lot about the true course of love and why I'm still single.