Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and, since I live in Chicago, there's a 40% chance of snow. And since I'm not dating anyone, there's a 100% chance I'll be spending my holiday with Kristin, cooking a chicken recipe my friend Morgan sent me in the mail, eating said dinner on the kitchen floor (as Kristin does not have a table, or any furniture, yet, for that matter), drinking a bottle of wine, and hopefully watching a movie where a lot of people get shot (my pick is The Departed).
For those of you who have plans with a special someone tomorrow night, congratulations. I mean no ill will. I just hope you don't screw it up by telling your boyfriend/girlfriend that you love them two weeks before breaking up with them because you're "just not compatible in the long run." I don't know about you, but I think that's just slightly incongruous.