It's getting to be a little more than nauseating.
And if you're going to be obnoxious and cuddle like idiots, please have the decency to do it in a different room than the one I am trying to clean because my roommates are too incapable of picking up after themselves.
Really though. Quit it. You're making me sick.
Perhaps this would be a good time to mention my feelings about Valentine's Day. It is drawing nearer, after all, and becoming blaringly obvious.
I found this quote once from Chelsea Lately in a copy of Cosmopolitan. I feel like it sums it up pretty well.
"I have never been a big fan of Valentine's Day. I don't have anything against the day itself; I just don't think its a very nice day. My boyfriend and I don't need a special day to celebrate our relationship. I think its plain rude that there's a day reserved for people who are in love. What about the people who aren't in love? They don't get a special day. They get happy hour, but that's every day, so it isn't really that special."
Can I get a "Amen?" Yeah. I agree completely with this.
I don't have anything against anyone who is in love or in lust or all over each other or whatever, honestly I don't. I just don't want it flaunted in front of my face like our freaking commercialized world does so very well.
All in all, I am grateful for one thing during valentine's day:
Them big ol' Reese's Peanut Butter Chocolate Hearts.
SO. EFFING. GOOD.