Valentine's day.
A day to show your loved ones or perhaps remind them that you love them. People do so by sending gifts,cards,gift cards,soppy love letters while I don't care. I'd rather sit down and fart on my bed till the day is over (I really won't do that really. A fart belongs to the toilet)
I'd get millions of gifts on other years but this year seeing that I'm perfectly single, I'll get nothing. Plus I believe that I've got zero to none admirers at Winthrop due to that scary bastard claiming me in front of everyone. Today I decided to dress different and go all African,at least partially. I wore a nice yellow Ankara top that had full sleeves and flowed out from my wrists. It had a low neckline and hugged my chest perfectly before flowing out from my waist in nice layers. I put on s
