Hope Rides Alone

Yeppers, it's VALENTINE'S DAY! I thought St. Valentine was killed with arrows (apparently that's Sebastian, though.) St. Valentine was killed (I don't know how) by Romans who were annoyed because Valentine was marrying people, which the Romans had banned so Valentine was marrying people in secret anyway. Reportedly Valentine also married two guys, which upps his awesomeness in my eyes.
I worked on some slash yesterday (hurrah!) and the power went out briefly last night. This morning is so BEAUTIFUL with the ice on all the trees and the sun shining and everything glowing but not in the 'ouch-my-eyes-so-bright' kind of way.
Also, I'm DRESSING UP for today! I'm wearing black stretch pants and my muted-pink-and-gray wool kneesocks (I'm weird) and this dark green winkled long sleeved shirt that shows a lot of my neck and shoulders (I've got a white-tank-top on under it, don't worry!) and I'm wearing HOOP EARRINGS! Yahoo! I feel PRETTY! 
I also made cookies for that-guy-I-like (well, technically his family, and because we carpool an awful lot that's not too suspicious, right?)

And now, from me to you, a poem I wrote yesterday:

Valentine’s Day

Julie loves Cole with all of her soul

But Cole is in love with Eugene.

Walter likes Ann, who cannot control

Her passionate feelings for Jean.

My dad likes guys (I have his eyes)

But I wish I swung O’Donnell’s way.

Het-love, it seems, is fraught with lies

And I wish Claire would go out with May.

Capt. Jack loves Ianto, the Doctor, and you

Also: himself, Red Shirts, and the Queen.

Such behavior is called ‘wrong,’ it’s true:

In ‘polite circles’ he’s considered obscene!