Craptastic...

I love working with Nicki and laughing at her syntax.

Random thought: If Sylvia were alive, I would stick her head in that stupid oven myself.

Needless to say...I am currently frustrated with my thesis.

Today is Valentine's Day. Today, middle school girls all over the world are going home in tears because they didn't get a singing telegram featuring K-Ci and JoJo's "All My Life" or maybe Bette Midler's "Wind Beneath My Wings". No pink or red or colorful assortment of day old and wilted carnations. No plush bear that plays music or has some sort of lame Valentine's greeting. No box of chocolates. No heart-shaped suckers. No scratch-n-sniff stickers. Probably not even a card. For middle school girls everywhere, Valentine's sucks. (Except for the select few. You know who those select few were because they didn't lose that status until the morning after high school graduation, and some may still hold it today. Eww.) In elementary school it's okay because there are class parties with heart-shaped sugar cookies and red icing. If you are lucky, the teacher assigns bringing Valentine's to the entire class, and in that case you go home with a bag of Star Wars, Strawberry Shortcake, Garfield, Transformers, and Punky Brewster valentines (circa late 80s). This just about makes your year. In high school and college it's okay because you have close friends you can celebrate with if you don't have an actual "valentine". If you are lucky, your friends want to go out for margaritas and maybe kareoke ensues. But today I have decided that, as a group, middle school girls get the short end of the stick. Maybe not even the short end. These girls never stood a chance.

On this day, I am thankful for all the love I have, and I want to give all of the middle school girls in the world an inspirational speech and maybe a big hope-filled bear hug...not to be confused with a plush teddy bear that plays the tune to "My Funny Valentine." Sick.