Happy Saturday!

Sure, I could recognize this day for its commercial value, but I could really care less. Calling this "Valentine's Day" really doesn't positively affect me at all.

The ex bff never came by. She said she was running late. W/e.

I thought about the Artist. A stupid (incredibly stupid) part of me is waiting on him to call or text to say happy Valentine's day... I know better though... I don't expect him to crawl out from under his rock. That's too much like right.

So I'm going to dinner at a moderately expensive seafood restaurant downtown with a group of friends. We're gonna get dressed up and look cute! I'm a little excited b/c I've been craving really good seafood.

Idk why dresses are made with zippers in the back, but I might have to ask my grandma to help me get dressed tonight...

Afterward, we're hitting a couple clubs.

Mentally, emotionally, I'm okay. I'm kinda tired, after a stressful work week, and kinda happy that being in some man's face isn't that big of a deal to me today. I'm just going to enjoy a nice, Saturday night out with friends, monitor my alcohol consumption, and live my life! I know the man-bashing may start at the table, but if the shrimp's good enough, I just may not participate!

We shall see!

There is life after Valentine's Trauma, ladies... It's possible to be single and content on Valentines Day! I sure am. For now...