Especially for Massacre Day, ladyotterfae
brings us this gem from a flocked post. QWP:
"A frustrated romantic who has been burned and has a cynical (not to mention surrealistic) streak should not be allowed into any major retail establishment the night before Valentine's day. Seriously, the internal war could (and probably should) be turned into a novella in its own right. The happy-sappy "isn't it all beautiful and sweet" side was trying to figure out a way to set up a trip wire that would land the "what a bunch of hyper-commercialized crap" side in the rapidly diminishing display of roses. The "hey, let's watch the little boys scurry around at the last minute so they might get laid tomorrow" mutterling was seriously contemplating shoving the "never mind the people, these flowers are so pretty, can't we just enjoy the flowers?" naturechild face down into the onion bin. Eventually, the "oh, c'mon, it's sweet" and the "what about meeeee?" aspects got together and took common cause against the "I hate the world, and this is stupid" portion of the brain, and the assorted ammunition (largely consisting of cookies and tiny tins of chocolates, quite possibly explosive ones) began flying through the...right. I should probably get some sleep, shouldn't I? :)"