VD, OD, FB

So I guess I’ll start with Valentine’s Day.  Lots of my faves posted entries about how people who think Valentine’s Day is stupid are stupid.  I can’t say that I agree with them.  I can totally understand not wanting to deal with the hassle.  Just like Christmas, there’s too much pressure to get someone the perfect gift or to not disappoint someone.  That being said, I do think that it’s pretty easy not to get caught up in the hype and have a nice, low key Valentine’s Day without having to focus on the commercialized aspect.

Since we moved in together, Duckie and I have done pretty much the same thing for Valentine’s Day.  We either make a meal at home or, as we have for the past 2 years, we get a heart shaped pizza and have it at home.  The first Valentine’s Day, we bought gifts.  Let’s face it…Valentine’s Day is for chicks.  Even if you can’t think of anything else, you can get a girl some chocolate and flowers.  Maybe a stuffed animal.  Guys?  Not so much.  I remember that Duckie bought me a nightgown that year, but I can’t remember what I bought him.  Since then, we’ve made each other gifts.  Duckie often draws things for me and I make him something from clay or crochet something.  

This year, I cheated a little and paid $10 to name a cockroach in his honor.  The Bronx Zoo was doing a thing where you could donate $10 to some wild life fund and name one of their 50000 Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches.  Here’s what they look like:

I named it Hagbard.  I also crocheted him a cockroach to go with the naming.  Duckie LOVED it!  He ran out of time because of stuff at work and ended up having to buy me something, so I asked for a box of Whitman Sampler chocolates.  And I got it.  We ate our heart shaped pizza and my chocolate and then we did the Valentine’s dance (if you know what I mean, wink wink, nudge nudge).  It was nice.

There was a lot of speculation that OD was going to go away and never come back.  Folks were freaking out.  Everyone was Reader’s Choicing a bunch of entries that were basically bitching about OD.  And I realized something.  I don’t actually care if OD goes away and never comes back.  It seems like I barely ever write here and I’ve been so bad at noting for months that it’s a wonder that any of my faves still bother with me.    That doesn’t mean that I’ll leave OD…just that I don’t think it would break my heart if it disappeared.  Don’t get me wrong, I’d miss my faves…but I have most of them on Facebook anyway.

Which brings me to my last little bit here.  I intend to get rid of my Facebook.  The site is nothing but trouble and, honestly, I’m pretty sick of everyone I know.  I could not possibly care less if you ate a fucking peanut butter and mango sandwich for lunch or if your kid just took a giant shit all over the sink.  I just don’t care.  People’s asinine updates (mine included) about every tiny fucking thing that goes on in their lives make me miss anything important that anyone has to say anyway.  I have one friend that’s started posting a Bible verse every half hour.  Seriously.  Every half hour.  All I ever see on my wall are her fucking Bible verses.  Until I set it up not to see anything from her anymore.  If she had something important to say now, I’d never know.  Whatever happened to calling your friends when something major happened in your life instead of sharing it with 500 of your closest Facebook friends?  And the things people share.  Holy crap, man.  I don’t need to know that you’ve been on the shitter for 4 hours or that you started vomiting while you were going down on your boyfriend last night.  Not on FB anyway.  That’s what OD is for!  Anyway, I figure that folks can either get in touch with me the old fashioned way (instant messenger – haha) or the REALLY old fashioned way (email) or the totally unheard of ancient way (phone call).  Sorry, I don’t do smoke signals.  The folks that can’t be bothered…well, who wants to be friends with them anyway?

(No worries, faves, I’ll give you my contact info before I disappear off of FB.)