V-day Come and Gone.

I couldn't be more pleased.
I'm pretty sure the general consensus on Blogger is that it fucking sucks.
I haven't had a good Valentine's Day to date, well except when I was like 14 but that shit doesn't count. (My boyfriend put a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates in my locker. Not a year later, I was hanging on to the relationship by the skin of my teeth and our V-day celebration consisted of a second-hand meal at Bertucci's and a 2-hour nap to follow. I was more pissed about the nap cause I sure as fuck wasn't tired.)

Wanna know how much I hate Valentine's day? I gave up meat for Lent and I damn slaughtered a cow last night.

Fortunately, for me and livestock alike, I went to Flatbread with Jill and got a Vegetarian-friendly Pizza, Tomato Basil to be specific and heavens, it's tasty.

With that said, on a brighter note- Joe and I finally discussed all of our bullshit last night and actually made some sense out of our mess of feelings.
Turns out, as I sort of predicted, most of our problems are a product of the problems he's chosen to not only keep quiet about, but take on by himself.
Clearly, there's a reason he hasn't taken the intiative to include me in his drama, so I won't pry, but just give him time to work it out on his own.

Tonight, I'm partying with my ex-boyfriend and some other folk. I plan on getting wasted and making shit-tons of poor decisions.