While I fully embrace being positive on this day of giddy love; I want you to know, Dear Readers, that it's also okay to feel that pang of disappointment when you see the flower delivery dude (come on, that's not sexist, it's just a fact - they're ALWAYS dudes) drop off flowers which are beautiful and which are not for you.

That's natural, girl. It's okay. Feel that pang.

Then get the fuck over it and move on.

You got shit to do.

Posted by Havilah