I both love and hate Valentines day. When I was a youngin, I was sad to not have a Valentine, and it was annoying, because it was so close to my birthday.

You know, I bet that pissed my mother off.  She’s nine months pregnant on Valentines day. I think she actually wound up heading to the hospital at some point that day. I guess I have no right to bitch.

But really, combine a young girl with depression, a big romantic depression causing holiday and your birthday? Damn.

Until I dated Franklin, previous V-days found me eating a heart shaped box of gamble chocolates, drinking wine, and watching ‘Ten Things I Hate About You’.

THIS year, however, today is the kicking off point for an utterly bitching weekend.

Tonight, I’m seeing Eddie  Izzard. Oh Yeah!

Best. V-day. Ever.