V-Day

I've never been a big fan of valentine's day. usually because it was an indication of how nobody could spell my name. In my Catholic bordertown grade school every year I got things addressed to "Mich" by almost everyone. Stupid phonetics. Otherwise, yeah, not really that I've had anyone to really spend one with, either. But that's no surprise. I tend to be too reserved. If I were a prairie dog, I would never stick my head out to see if the coast was clear. I'm too afraid to take risks for fear of negative consequences. But I digress. I think I've been too caught up in school to notice and appreciate the people around me. So my V-day is for you guys, my friends.

Oh jeez, I can't believe I'm saying this. Um, Alice, it was really fun having lunch with you last week. You think we could be... you know... more than lunchmates? God, that sounds corny. Sorry.

I'm just putting it out there. I've just noticed that as long as I stay here in this tunnel nothing's going to happen. So I'm looking out for once. Alice, you want to go out with me?