Strides

    This will mark the first year I have no intention to make a long post about how much Valentine’s Day sucks, a trend I have continued since my first teen digits on my very first blog up until 20 and three blogs later. I don’t even have the pang of “no one is going to buy me chocolates”, which is frightening because for me it is one noticeable sign of maturity. Woe is me is quite lame and should be saved for every other wine/stress induced tumblr post. There are a thousand reasons Valentines is loathsome, for the same reason that any other commercially contrived day vaguely related to religion is. I’ll mark this as a nice little checkpoint on my road to 22.