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Okay... though I love my Mom dearly and just love the stuffed puppy she gave me, it's kind of depressing that the only Valentine Day's gifts I've ever recieved have come from my Mom, Sis, Best Friend, and one teacher in 10th grade (long story short: I was really depressed, and I happened to break down in front of her. She was a really cool teacher).

And yeah... I'm 23. 23 fucking years old, and I've never had a boyfriend. That makes for a really depressing Valentine's Day. I'm actually glad it fell on Monday, which meant I spent the day alone in my sister's beauty salon doing payroll and stuff. Which meant not having to be in Borders tolerating all my married/coupled co-workers and clients fawning over the most depressing holiday of all.

::sigh::

I'm gonna go read some non-Valentine's Day fanfic...