"HAHA little cashier/barrista - we're happy and you're not. Look at us smoooochhhh and share a salad. Look at us cuddle and gaze into eachothers eyes as we decide what salad dressing we want. Let us bicker over who's treating who while you watch us. Nyah."

And maybe they are. But my retalliation is the sweetest of all - I just remember that one day soon, they will break up. One of them will cheat on the other or leave their pants on the floor one too many times and the mothership goes down. It's terribly bitter for me to say that, I realize this, and the sweet sunshiney part of me is saying "you're lying, you're lying!" - I partly agree - but right now, it is my therapy. And, it also makes me laugh.

I love the color pink, hearts, candy, stuffed animals, kisses, boyfriends and anything else sweet and romantic (well, ok, boyfriends are only sweet and romantic sometimes...). I love cute romantic movies like Sleepless In Seattle, Defending Your Life, Snow White... but my Prince Charming is gone now, and I am left at the wishing well. Yes, this is why I have the every-once-in-a-while blues today and I am NOT proud of it. I have had a weak few days - refurbishment is haulted. Nothing really brings it on and nothing really makes it go away, and I think that it's because I am mostly stubborn (and a Capricorn) that makes me harbor these feelings. It'd be SO much easier if they just went far far away.
In a barrel.
At the bottom of the sea.
With fishies eating at it.
And never seen again.
Or heard from.
Happily Ever After.
But this is life, and "there is a time and a place for everything, don't you agree?".

Valentines Day will still be pretty for me this year and I promise not to compare it to last year - even though I am having a difficult time resisting. It will be pink covered in hearts and lace and dripping with candy-holding stuffed teddy bears, people all over the world will be making out and fooling around, getting engaged, getting married, falling in love, seeing the gold flecks in their lovers eyes for the first time... my slinky black dress will sit in my closet gathering dust. But at least my bank account will stay the same, too (even though that never really bothered me...) and that I won't have to be sad that the day is over when it is. I am still hopeful that my luck will change and that Singleton isn't my permanant place of residency. I have Small Town, Ginger for that, afterall, and I'm very cozy here.

I will be spending this year single, but I won't be spending it alone at least. I have saved myself from THAT self pity (who, me?) by looking at most of my friends around me... they're all cool, awesome and single, too.