gtfo. Just go away.

Valentine’s day is just another day. I actually think my favorite part is the “presents for no reason” because hey…what the fuck ever.

So!
My beautiful mumsy brought me a book full of Romantic art (think Caravaggio romance, not Disney) that has an alternative take on what actually happened in the Garden of Eden. Pretty legit. And then some random book with TONS of candy and a pin that says “yes I’m Irish–no you can’t kiss me.” She accepts my asexuality, FINALLY. OH AND HOLY FUCK…an ENTIRE set of My Little Pony figurines.

My son and boyfriend got me a bunch of spa stuff and The Perks of Being a Wallflower on DvD. (Pretty fuckin’ excited about that.) I am to understand that they are also working on “something secret” which in reality is just BBT 1-5, Doctor Who Limited Edition Gift Set, and Supernatural 1-7.

And then I, because I love myself–FINALLY got Murray Gold’s Kafka (hearing David Tennant sing made my morning–thank you.)

And that’s actually what I’m doing tonight. Grilled steaks and potatoes. Then watching The Perks of Being a Wallflower, BBT, and a nice soothing spa night for me :D

I said all that to say: This is what Valentine’s day is. I’m not unappreciative, because clearly my mom and boyfriend hit everything right on the nose in terms of perfection. But that’s the extent of Valentine’s. Because I love my family the entire year and we always do special stuff like this for one another. It’s just usually in MUCH smaller quantities.

I’m not completely selfish though. I bought my mom flowers and a beautiful jade owl wind-chime.
I got my son a HUGE lion and tons of candy (as did his grandma and grandpa)
And I am in the process of obtaining a set of lenses and filters for my boyfriend’s DSLR that I got him for Christmas.

However, without a doubt, my favorite part will be spending time with my family tonight. And every night after.

Remember that and don’t be sad because you’re single. And don’t be over-gushy either. That’s some annoying shit. Love the one you’re with everyday. If there’s no one you’re with–love yourself. AND GIVE YOURSELF PRESENTS–just because hey fuck it, it’s Valentine’s day!

AND REMEMBER–I love you all to PIECES. :D

I have…to go away from my computer. Because David Tennant is ruining my life with his perfection…

And because I had a conversation earlier about how I want to go to college to get a degree to later get a job to sit on my butt and just think stuff up and my friends go: “You could start a David Tennant Cult.” And I’m just like…y'know…I could…but I love him most and no one else is allowed to or they’ll have to drink the kool-aid. Lolz. While funny, it’s a bit wacky. SO! Yeah, here I go back to real life.

This is what happens EVERY time I have a Tennant dream. AND THERE’S NOT EVEN ANY SEX–EVER. Lol. Like, I met his children (there were six of them and they were pringle’s cans. Don’t even ask–I DO NOT KNOW) and then we were walking into my room, which is COVERED in his face and he was all “oh…well…” and all flattered. And then there was floor cuddling. Idk. I’m so…I AM 9276982796872986% done with this man today.

Real life is good life. Real life is good life. Haha.

Favorite special episode?

Well, I suppose if it has to be a “special” episode…

that one time I saw David Tennant naked.
It made me nervous. Like a 13 year old sneaking porn in the basement.
/awks

It’s David Tennant’s birthday today, you say?

That’s what I thought.

Everything else in life is irrelevant for the next 20-some-odd hours. Kthnx.