February 14th. A day when the human population artificially increases its pheromone production and conduct courtship rituals that are predominantly red, heart-shaped and sappy. A day Kenya depends on to feed its country and corrupt bigwigs. A day cynics like me are told to stand aside because I cannot empathize with the dizzying throb of being madly in love.
Let this be recorded as my view on Valentine's Day when I am 17 and one quarters.
1 comment:
Love is. Not catchy.
(It's 4.a.m)
*yawn*
Next, I would like to nitpick on your generalization of "the human population".
Otherwise, nice post. That's all.
*falls asleep, causing lots of weird characters to be input into her ACS assignments*
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