So there's this girl from college whose xanga I read sometimes. I don't really know her that well, but I still read it, because, well, I'm a loser. Anyways, whenever she writes about her significant other, I want to puke all over myself. And yet, I still read. It's like a train wreck. I can't help but stare. It's so fantastically cheesy. If I'm ever that cheesy on my blog when/if I start dating someone, everyone who reads that has permission to bitch slap me. Seriously.

Oh look, the VDay bitteress has kicked in early this year!