Anyway, I was talking to my friend Debbie yesterday about the pending doom of V-day. Pretty much we agreed that on some sort of terms V-day is a day for all the "cheeseballs" to come out and be themselves. All those people who secretly desire to let their cheesiness reign and reek havoc on the world. I'll be completely honest, as a child my only connection to V-day was the candy. I hated pink and red. And the combination of the two was really a bit too cheeseball for me. But V-day was like a second Halloween...without the awesome costumes. And you have to admit the cheeseballs come out of the woodwork. Heart shaped boxes of chocolates, powdery/sugary candy, teddy bears holding hearts, and childrens cards with lolipops. It's so cheeseball. It's so American. It's so....cheesy!
