I agree with "fuck valentines day". I'm not coming home with an overpriced heart-shaped box of chocolates, a teddy bear, a card, and a pile of flowers that'll be dead in a few days. The whole day has turned into a means of selling pink-colored chinese-made shit to the masses, as if swiping your credit card is the new way of expressing your love for someone.
Fuck that shit. Tonight I'm bringing home lamb chops, arborio rice, a nice bottle of red wine, and a chocolate eruption cake from a restaurant supply store.