i helped seven people pick out gifts for valentine's day...the most extravagant things that, when all is said and done, mean very little...if anything at all. no real thought behind such expensive trinkets, no real imagination laced into diamonds and chocolate.
...then again, i'll be spending the day alone.
such fact makes me wonder if my ideals are somehow warped. if not wanting superficiality makes me too hard to please, or "high maintenance".
it snowed again last night and erased all the traces of the coming spring. there are mountains of white just outside my door, awaiting snow angels. i'd give anything for someone to spend the day sledding with me.
...but it's too much to ask for, oui?
