valentines day is the stupidest holiday ever created. it started off great of course. i got out of work early. i took a nap. i went to class and did ABSOLUTELY nothing. no joke. my boyfriend got me roses. he took me to texas roadhouse which was delicious. we came home and watched anger management. then he started pissing me off. i dont know if its just me but when people poke me/tickle me/lick me/push me off the couch/lay on top of me and then complain when i move because im being squished and uncomfortable/and tell me to wake up when my eyes are wide open, when they do that constantly it pisses me the f*ck off. like someone flips a switch and i go from happy to if you touch my foot again im going to kick you in the face. i tell him to stop. i yell at him to stop. and he doesnt. him not listening when i say stop brings up bad bad bad memories of guys in my past forcing me to do shit. and it really pisses me off. so i got up and told him to take me home. but wouldnt ya know it on our way home we get pulled over. he was speeding and got a dui. happy f*cking valentines day to me bastards.