I originally wanted to wear a fedora, a bright shirt and shorts for tomorrows lecture. when people will ask me if i was going on a date, i would laugh at them and then say "HA! I HAVE NO DATE BITCHES!". i would then proceed to go to a girls toilet and cry like the sissy i am. i have been to a girls toilet before. it was kinda scary.

anyway i wont be wearing anything fancy shmancy tomorrow. i feel like wearing dark colours; but then i already do most of the time. so the jokes on me, i wont be doing anything special this valentines day. i barely have enough money to buy a new jar of coffee for myself.

sometimes i wish for things. like on valentines day, a holy saint will slowly ascend from the sky and his magnificent radiance will shine upon me with majestic life and brilliance. i would cower before this holy being of grandeur and bow my head in shame, for all the masturbation i have done. the saint will tilt my head up gently from my chin and smile. no words will be spoken. only a gift of kindness and generosity will he bring me. he extended his reach and stepped aside to show me this gift he brought from the heavens. my eyes were glazed from the brightness that rained from the gift. as my eyes accustomed to the light, i could not help but smile and tear up as i saw her. she was beautiful. i now have a life-time supply of coffee.

i also wish i was funnier. bitches love the funny.