VD, what a day... Yesterday was just special.... Really quite special. Extrodinary. Really.

After such a day, I have decided to allow you fine folks in on the conversation that takes place in my head... In the form of a valentine letter to myself.

Last night, while driving to my destination, partaking in some... Err... Breathing Treatments (Thanks So Not Right for that term!!!) I was propositioned my a male in his late twenties. Was he driving a Mercedes? No... He was driving a Mitsubishi Mirage. Was he dressed to the hilt? No, he was wearing a dew rag. What did he say? "Yo, Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Where's Yo' ValenTIME at?" (Note that spelling of valentime is not a typo)O quickly rolled up my window.

Suddenly, I realized that my hatred for this day was forever cementing in the thoughts of my head... So what did I do? I began telling myself how wonderful I was. It went something like this:


Dear Rebecca, Dear Dear Rebecca,
You are a splendid human being. You do charity work, You make others laugh, hell you even listen to people and their problems. You have lovely skin, you exfoliate regularly, and you moisturize to boot.

This strange man that propositioned you knew he did not have a shot in hell at becoming your 'Valentime' because clearly, you prefer males that can properly pronounce words, not to mention the fact that you have never dated a man who wore his moms panty hose on his head. Clearly, this male thought that Valentines day is a day that any female will take anything she can get her hands on...Not so.

Why is it not so? Because, fuck it! You are fabulous. Because you are a ball of magnificence. And remember, no one loves me better than me.
Love,
Me.  ¶ 6:50 AM