Freakin' nightmare

So, pretty much the worst day ever, and it has nothing to do with it being Valentine's Day or loneliness or anything dumb like that. I'm quite content in that department. It has to do with my own stupidity.

Holy crap, I fail life.

There's no cake, there's no ice cream, happy birthday.

Happy freakin' Valentine's Day.

The highlight of my day, and why I love my roommate:
ME: "I don't think you could marry yourself. I don't think they'd let you."
KATIE: "They might in Massachusetts..."