The pilot is having issues with the beginning of Act IV and as the Adjuster (and others, namely Mary Milan) has diagnosed, I have avoidant coping mechanisms which explains why I am here again.

But I say, fuck the coping mechanisms, I’m here because it’s Valentine’s Day and I loooooove you.

Really, I feel guilty about leaving you in the lurch without the proper armaments for the day:

The Science of Love tells us that selectivity is the new hotttness and that we are not as thin as we say in our online profiles.

Didn’t get reservations? I wonder if that’s because Valentine’s Day is the busiest restaurant day of the year. The day we celebrate our loved one is really just an excuse to eat out. Weak. Be different this year. Make dinner for your man or woman. Come home with Addicted to Love with Meg Ryan, Matthew Broderick, and yes - Tcheky Karyo - and make this recipe (you’ll have to click the link for Sable to get the recipe for the hash). I love it. You’ll dig it too. Also, this plan is so easy, it makes me want to cry.

And for those of you who are celebrating Wednesday, take solace in the fact that the first two letters of Valentine’s Day gives us VD.

Finally, I know I called her a zombie a few posts ago, but this was a pretty dope record:

• BROWSE / IN TIMELINE
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