He'll Bite Your Head Off.

I kid, I kid. He's too gentle for head biting. Because my mom is wicked awesome she sentme a valentine's day care package equipped with chocolate, lollipops, and a stuffed dog named Buddy. If you press his paw, his ears will wiggle and he barks followed by him saying, rather frenzied, "hug me, hug me...hug me". And because i can't turn down a pleading dog, i hug him.

My valentine's day was pretty uneventful but nonetheless i still enjoyed it. Short boy's Ex-Girfriend talked about her new boyfriend. My boss talked about her old boyfriend. And i of course spent the better part of my day dreaming ideally of medieval tales and knights (my Medieval Masculinity class is the shit)

I was kind of hoping Mike would call today. Yesterday he called me because he needed to borrow a calculator. Because my phone was off i didn't get the message until that afternoon. When i called him back of course he didn't need it, but there was lingering suspicion that he just wanted me to hang out with him for a while.

In a quest to understand my needs and wants from the relationships that i am slowly forming, i am having to sort of assert myself to figure out what my needs are. Which is proving to be a generally scary thing. I have no idea how to say to someone "that i need them"(of course not in those terms). Their frienship, their understanding, or their time to jut hang out.

So i didn't say to him "hey do you want to just get some coffee or something". I just did the awkward "okay i'll talk to you later thing" and hung up.

Damn.

I'll have to talk about my therapy session tomorrow ( i keep holding it off) . It seems like a little cliche to talk about love on the day of love. And plus i don't want to feel all mushy gushy on V day. I'll save that shit for the movies.

I have a paper to write and chocolate to eat.

Until then. Happy Valentine's Day.