Lovely musings.

Currently playing: All American Rejects - Gives You Hell

I have a friend. He is awesome. I tell him this a lot, but he doesn't believe me. This makes me sad. Those are the basics of this particular sorry situation. I'm sure there are lots of people who feel the same way and in fact I feel this way about a few of my friends. I wish there was something I could do but I seem to be blessed and bound by being a friend. Whenever I say "But you're brilliant!" They respond with "You've got to say that. You're my friend." Then I feel like shouting "I am your friend because I think this. Not the other way round!"

The saddest thing is that when they are happy my friends are the best people in the world. I often wish there was a magical phrase I could use to instill a feeling of wellbeing and contentment. The closest I've come is "I love you."

So to all of you I say go out and tell as many people as you can that you love them. Insert some joy into your world and hopefully it will spread.

I love you.

Mushy musings.

Currently playing: Alice Cooper - You Make Me Wanna.

As I'm sure we are all aware, tomorrow is the day affectionately known as St. Valentine's day. Opinions differ greatly on this day, generally between people who can expect a card/flowers/chocolates and those who can't. The former are in favour of the endless shop displays and advertising ploys generated to make us spend inordinate amounts of money on a generic cuddly toy holding a heart which says "I wuv you thiiiiiis much!" or something equally vomit inducing and the latter tend to be of the same mindset as myself. I am currently in a relationship and I care about the guy a lot, but to me Valentine's is not the day to express this. It is a meaningless date to us. Nothing of note happened on this day save that my sister was born, and I'd much rather celebrate that than boost the commercialism surrounding this day. This is not to say that I don't appreciate romance. I do. I squirm and sigh in paroxyms of delight at "Pretty Woman" as much as the next oestrogen fuelled sack of neuroses, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who has lain in bed and fantasised about my knight in shining armour, it's just I don't see why I should take someone else's day as a special one for me. Anniversaries are special and should be celebrated. Failing that, a wonderful romantic surprise on any random day would be lovely. My boyfriend doesn't read this, and neither does anyone who could tell him about it, so I'm not hinting. This is my genuine feeling on the subject and I have taken the logical route and just told my man about it! Hopefully he noted all the hints about tulips....

Additional: Turns out the boy bought me a card anyway. All together now: D'awwwwwww.