I once commented that all American holidays can be redefined as
\nNational Something<\/i> Subjugation Day<\/b><\/p>\n
Today was one of the motivations towards that idea. Now, I came up with this during High School. You know, “the best years of our lives™” Back when I was training to be a monk<\/p>\n
So, I played the “valentine game”<\/a> I picked three people that I was ‘curious’ about. Now there were some people that I thought were going to pick me. I guess I could have made it easy on myself and gone with them. But I didn’t.<\/p>\n Today, I discovered, three people wrote me notes<\/i>; but alas; none were the three that I wrote. I’m pretty sure I know who all three were… One has already verbally verified.<\/p>\n So, I am spared the embarrassment of having told three net beings that I was sorta something about them. *LOL* You hope for the reaction to be all blushy and fluttery. You expect Cecily to tell you, “Oh, William. You’re beneath me.” \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n So, I could be all disgruntled and the lot… but there were three people that picked me. And that’s cool. If you’d like me to know it was you, feel free to write or comment. I’m touched and won’t embarrass you. Further if you’d like to ask if it was you that I set my less than respectable sights on; I’ll fess \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n On other meme type silliness. I made the 20 inanely shallow questions test.<\/a> This is one where you get to rank different aspects of me anonymously. Most are shallow, some try not to be; but are anyway on the merit of the medium.<\/p>\n