That time is upon us again. And I can’t help but feel a little nauseous (though I do hope that’s just the beans I had for lunch and not another bun in the oven). HA HA HA! Chalk one up for me in the “making things more awkward” column! Oh you know what time I’m talking about. That day when even the strongest single sheds an invisable tear because they’re technically not seeing anyone right now who they can’t have obscenely expensive dinner with and make googly-eyes at over a candlelit table. Can’t you just taste the palpable bitterness in the air? Aaaah. I love the smell of broken hearts and dashed dreams in the morning. It’s .. minty. *beams*
But to make things less dreary (and take some people’s minds off /wrist *coughClinicallyInsanecough*), I propose we play a little game. Wheee~! Yes, this game would be better played if we all were in a circle and fully naked with a few good shots in us, but over the internet will have to do. (Unless you’re really excited at the prospect of that party and decide to throw one of your own in which case, please don’t forget to send me an e-vite. I’m so there.)
Phrases and things most likely to be uttered in and around S.A.D. (Single Awareness Day) aka Valentines Day aka Stab My Eye With A Rusty Nail Day. See if you can identify who’s most likely to say what. *takes a swig of tequila* GO!
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Bloody hell!
Te amo.
She’s the perfect girl for me. I just can’t stand the temperature in __________.
I luffs Sharky!
*keeps quiet, keeps on drinking*
Jag älskar dig.
At least I know I look like sex that night.
Has anyone posted pics? With Mara’s exposed panties?
I’m so fucking horny. You busy?
I fuckin’ love you.
I want to be romantic.
No, I’ve changed. More than you’ll know
You’re the reason I wake up in the morning and the reason I can sleep soundly at night. Without you I am empty.
What about love? What about morality?
I think you should move on. I think we both should. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you though.
Who wants to see me topless?
So, how do YOU deal with it?
I love you too!
I want someone to want me.
FISTING?! FISTING?!
I want to eat pepperonis off your body.
You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved and I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.
Long distance sucks.
Catch my disease.
Sucky-sucky! Fay dollah!
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TIME’S UP! How well did you do? 
ACK! A heart!
*stomps*
*squishes, splatters*
