Moody Mistress's Journal

Sticky Valentines and other things

I don't normally explore deep subjects on this blog, but since a certain friend of mine doesn't understand this kind of thing, I might as well tell someone. Even if that someone happens to be the entire internet.

It's not that strange for a person to be sentimental about things. And I seem to be getting rather sentimental about the fact that a lot of family and friends' homes have been sold over the past few years. All the places where I used to have fun, years and years ago, are basically disappearing. And I really think I'm going to miss a certain friend's family home more than she is, which seems to be of the utmost strangeness to me.
Even one of my favorite places, which is located in my "second home" of NY, will soon be gone.

This is probably my cue to jump in and quote "I'm not going to get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines"

By the way, I share your aversion to Valentine's Day, Elvis. Sitting there while your best friend shows you all her Valentine's chocolate, flowers, and photos of her very own "sticky valentine" is not good for one's self-esteem.

"Cos you're just the marshmallow valentine that got stuck on her clothes" (one of my fave song lines, btw).

I know I'll regret admitting all this later. *sigh*