One of my other Jameses (Scottish one, not Danny’s ex, came to Heaven once with us, Owen’d remember *cackle*) just popped up on MSN with the name “Valentines day is just like herpes. Just when you think it’s gone for good it rears its ugly head once more”. So I’m not the only bitter twisted and cynical bastard out there. Yay me. Valentines day last year I spent with Dan. It was the day I decided I’d never be able to go out with him again. This year, the person I want to spend it with isn’t currently speaking to me. The year before last I’d sent James a card and he freaked out about it. So my last happy valentines day was 4 years ago, when James bought me a lovely yiffable “I love you” bear. Maybe one day it’ll work out with someone. Maybe I’m single for a reason. * Scott just tidied up some ahem damp towels from the bathroom. Hope no-one noticed. I did something naughty last night, but it cheered someone else up who’s having a crap time with his b/f so I guess it’s all good. I can’t even be a filthy pervert without it being for a good cause...