My Valentine's Day ended up being just fine. I got to my post office box and encountered the best V-day present of all time.
Though Amazon said I wouldn't get them until the 20th, the sly devils made sure they were in the box to let me know that even if I die alone at least I can look at pretty people on my TV. Which I did. Until 2 AM that night. Lame? Totally. But it is such good TV and even though I knew all the twists and turns that were gonna happen, I still got all riled up. That last scene where Addison shakes Meredith's hand? Awesome. I love me some Addison. The major flaw in the OD of Grey's I've had in the past two days? Ellen Pompeo's voice, which is slightly grating most of the time, but after 6 solid hours (no judging) makes you want to punch her in the vocal chords. Also, George's hair is awful. Thank goodness they got that poor boy a stylist.
Other things that entertained me post V-day:
Today, on the 14th day of the month of February, Saint Valentine came forth from the heveans and proclaimed unto the people of the earth, that Sex is really really good and people should have more of it. So the people had sex, and it was good, and there was more of it.
My brother. Who sometimes is funnier than me. Actually, most of the time. But we work best as a team.
I got the new Margaret Atwood book and I've only read the first chapter because I've had school reading (Ew.) but that was enough to ispire me to re-write the beginning of my not-so-great American novel (tm Courtney).
According to imdb (which is obviously the best place to get news) Paris Hilton has been approached to play Mother Teresa in some sort of biopic. Uhhhh....what?! Friggin seriously?!