I don’t know why I’ve put up with the asshole for so long.
Here on Valentine’s Day, it would have been nice to get a thoughtful gift from my boyfriend – maybe a dozen red roses, a romantic dinner for two at a fancy restaurant, shit – even a nice Hallmark card would have made me happy.
What do I get? A Whitman’s Sampler of assorted chocolates. All right, that’s not so bad. What pisses me off is that on the left side of the Whitman box, it says “Happy Holidays.” The jackass has given me a box of chocolates left over from Christmas.
Tonight, I’m not returning his phone calls. I’m currently on my computer looking for a dating service while eating the damn chocolates.
(Photo of Candy enjoying her box of assorted chocolates ripped off from yahoo.com)