I haven’t been home for the last two Valentine’s Days, and considering that I’ve only had a Valentine for four instances of the holiday in my twenty-eight years of living, that’s not painting the reddest of roses for the romantic holiday season.
So this year, next week! I want to finally do something. The “something” has yet to be determined (and has less than seven days to be formed), but at least I know that should I feel the urge to dress myself in I HEART BILL apparel, all I need to do is ring up the good merchandisers of True Blood for an all-appropriate tee that one can only hope lasts longer than my tolerance for the actual show:
P.S. My love’s name is Bill. He makes art. Not vampires.