This morning, as I walked through town — seeing all those guys going out to buy flowers and little heart-shaped chocolates, I thought of a cutesy story to write.
You know, about love, and all that jazz.
Now, however, it’s 12:11 AM. Post V-Day.
And you know why I’m not sharing my cutesy story?
Because I’m up marking a hot, steaming pile of assignments for third year students who, well, to put it gently, don’t give a damn.
Happy Valentines day, bitches.
Stace says,
And the same to you too, Phil!…
Baby says,
You should wear lipstick and kiss each assignment just for kicks.
Dan says,
Valentine’s Day is the date of my yearly suicide attempt. This year’s was extra fun!
hot coffee girl says,
Actually, grading papers is kinda hot.