Happy Friday the 13th!  Ironic that one of the most terrifying days is right before the love drenched Valentine's Day festivities.  I don't have a valentine this year, like so many other over-qualified young girls out there.   And besides the fact that Valentine's Day is a Hallmark holiday, it still means something.   

There are probably some wonderful love stories that have taken place on Feb. 14th and of course for every love story there is a break up story.  It's a cycle.  I'm not heartbroken or in love so I guess I'm indifferent?  Yeah...that's a nice way of saying "Hi. I'm still jilted, jaded, and a little pissed off about the last one. But are you interested?!"    

Oh well, I plan on memorizing monologues, watching hopelessly romantic films, and indulging in a five dollar box of chocolates from Wal-Mart...while deciding that maybe it is a little pathetic that my Valentine's Day gift to myself was a hamper with wheels.   

Wishing you all love, hugs, and kisses.

Your Beautiful Loser