OK, ladies, gather ’round. We need to have a meeting of the Girl Nation.
Ahem. “GALentine’s Day?” Is not going to be a thing. This is the second time I’ve heard it this week, and…no. We can’t let this happen. We can stop it, I have faith. Do not use it, do not attend/organize events based on it, do not send cards that say it.
You’re making it sadder. This is why no one will fuck you, because you say dumb shit like this. Just…get a copy of “Bridget Jones’s Diary,” a numbing agent of your choice (food, alcohol, etc.), and a vibrator, and hunker down. We’ll get through this together.
With love,
Smug
Smug Singleton 