Valentine's Day is such a bittersweet holiday for me. On one hand, it is the weekend that Jason proposed to me two years ago with the sweetest proposal ever. On the other hand, it is also the day three years ago that this skank-ho he called his best friend sent him a butt ass naked picture of herself. Using Myspace. But don't worry, it was 'just a joke' and the memory of seeing her naked has almost faded enough for me to not want to claw my own eyes out anymore.
I wrote this post yesterday and decided that it sounded just a little too bitter, but I'm feeling a little bitter this morning since I found out that Jason spent this Valentine's day at a strip club. Uh-huh. Which really wouldn't have bothered me much except for the fact that he spent almost $200 bucks there. I told him that for that much money I hoped he at least got a decent lapdance, but he says they didn't do that there. Then he started sending me corny text messages like, "You complete me."
I'll post a picture of my sweet Valentine, Jackson, later. At least I know he has a good 20 more years until he starts spending holidays in strip clubs. I hope.