you, the lucky reader get a glimpse into my valentine's day past, from 1994 onward. something you should know is that our school sold balloons with messages on ribbons as a fundraiser to be delivered during the last two classes of the day. it was a big deal as you can well imagine.
1994: w bought me 9 balloons. i feel as if i'm married to him. i'm in love. he bought me duff mckeggan's solo tape. he talked about suicide.
1995: i got two valentine's from the kids i babysat, one from a 48-year old prisoner, and none from my family. i watched natural born killers with r and ate easter creme eggs. i received no balloons but delivered one to a boy i liked from another girl. n said i could have hid drums if he died.
1996: i miss a. r gave h bride 20 balloons. this was revolting. altho twisted, i wish he could be with her so he could be happy. i like n, but i don't want to ruin what we have.
1997: we had supper with apple wine. shake n' bake chicken, frozen vegetables, rice and pumpkin pie which i made myself. i dressed in black velvet and my slippers. we even shut oprah off to eat our dinner. we made passionate love. n gave me five balloons, which were supposed to be black.
1998: n was in the city, but said the bus from dartmouth was too dangerous so he couldn't come see me until sunday.
1999: in kentville. we argued about image and i deliberated over cutting my hair. begrudgingly, n agreed to watch a documentary on sex, and we used what we learned to have "great, heavy and erotic foreplay and wonderful, pleasurable sex." i also suffered from my first intestinal spasm and had a shitty ride home on an acadian lines bus.
2000: i broke up with n a month ago. i wanted to call him and apologize for my abruptness on the phone last time we spoke. love is being calm, patient, honest and real, happy, satisfied, adventurous, open-minded and empirical.
2001: went to see hannibal with g. we ate harvey's veggie burgers. my ass hurts and i have to go for surgery tomorrow. i haven't had sex in weeks. my vag hurts from solo action.
2002: a dumbass day that supersucked. we tried to watch atlantis but it was crap and we were tired. oh this is pointless. vday is pointless. g had good intentions with renting atlantis.
2003: three bourbons and not being drunk. i miss having g in bed. i wanted to have sex today.
2004: (a poem written late, while stoned)
i didn't spend it with my lover
i didn't spent it 'neath the cover(s)
i didn't even celebrate
tho bro and i (got) inebriate(d)
off licker if that (sicker) counts
off pot i mean
and not off bounce
and watched gay tv until we were right RAIGHT
and he is not and i am straight
i'm fat as whales
bejeesus those
eat skinny chips, fuck pantyhose
our parents parents are cooler than guessed
same clothes tomorrow- i'm already dressed
goodnite, yo self
goodnight so quiet
not loud no streets no college riots
just cows (so calm) and lovely fam
so fun so fucked
i say HOT DAMN.
1994: w bought me 9 balloons. i feel as if i'm married to him. i'm in love. he bought me duff mckeggan's solo tape. he talked about suicide.
1995: i got two valentine's from the kids i babysat, one from a 48-year old prisoner, and none from my family. i watched natural born killers with r and ate easter creme eggs. i received no balloons but delivered one to a boy i liked from another girl. n said i could have hid drums if he died.
1996: i miss a. r gave h bride 20 balloons. this was revolting. altho twisted, i wish he could be with her so he could be happy. i like n, but i don't want to ruin what we have.
1997: we had supper with apple wine. shake n' bake chicken, frozen vegetables, rice and pumpkin pie which i made myself. i dressed in black velvet and my slippers. we even shut oprah off to eat our dinner. we made passionate love. n gave me five balloons, which were supposed to be black.
1998: n was in the city, but said the bus from dartmouth was too dangerous so he couldn't come see me until sunday.
1999: in kentville. we argued about image and i deliberated over cutting my hair. begrudgingly, n agreed to watch a documentary on sex, and we used what we learned to have "great, heavy and erotic foreplay and wonderful, pleasurable sex." i also suffered from my first intestinal spasm and had a shitty ride home on an acadian lines bus.
2000: i broke up with n a month ago. i wanted to call him and apologize for my abruptness on the phone last time we spoke. love is being calm, patient, honest and real, happy, satisfied, adventurous, open-minded and empirical.
2001: went to see hannibal with g. we ate harvey's veggie burgers. my ass hurts and i have to go for surgery tomorrow. i haven't had sex in weeks. my vag hurts from solo action.
2002: a dumbass day that supersucked. we tried to watch atlantis but it was crap and we were tired. oh this is pointless. vday is pointless. g had good intentions with renting atlantis.
2003: three bourbons and not being drunk. i miss having g in bed. i wanted to have sex today.
2004: (a poem written late, while stoned)
i didn't spend it with my lover
i didn't spent it 'neath the cover(s)
i didn't even celebrate
tho bro and i (got) inebriate(d)
off licker if that (sicker) counts
off pot i mean
and not off bounce
and watched gay tv until we were right RAIGHT
and he is not and i am straight
i'm fat as whales
bejeesus those
eat skinny chips, fuck pantyhose
our parents parents are cooler than guessed
same clothes tomorrow- i'm already dressed
goodnite, yo self
goodnight so quiet
not loud no streets no college riots
just cows (so calm) and lovely fam
so fun so fucked
i say HOT DAMN.
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