Feet, Martians, And Other Meanderings

You're going to have to start reading this post with a bit of imagination. I was going to have a picture of a foot. But then I realized I cannot, and yes, I mean cannot, stand the sight of bare feet. At all. Like...agh.
But my feet-phobia isn't what this is about.
(Picture of a foot).
^ That is what I put in my mouth. Every other minute. I would try to make up an excuse for it, but I'm not in a lying mood (not that I ever am). See, what happens is that I assume things and my mind runs it through and spits out a premature opinion. And this begins the foot in mouth process. I should really stop. But you have to remember here, I have a vastly imaginative...imagination.
Regardless of my lack of good words, you get my point right?
Good.
Anyways! That's all I have to say on that...sorry I haven posted in a bit but I've been sort of...busy...x10.
I will spare you the gory details of my hectic week and just say that yes, I do love being busy, but I hope terribly that this week is a bit more mellowed out.
Also! Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. AKA "The World is Mocking My Lifestyle" day.
Well guess what, multi-million dollar Valentine's Day industry? I like being single! Oh, sorry, said I wasn't in a lying mood....
But actually, I'm not one of those super anti-Valentines people.
But the holiday has been sort of tainted for me...
When I was an innocent six year old, we were living in apartments and my brother's best friend lived right under us.
My older sister, who would have been seventeen and a rotten stupid teenager (y'all know what I think about that species...) decides to tell me that I absolutely had to have a Valentine. Like. Life or death. And me, the innocent six year old, looking up to my big sister, believed her. And when I asked her "Who is your Valentine?" she just said "That doesn't matter," and I believed her! I never thought myself to really be a stupid child...but I guess I was just, erm, blinded by my respect for her. So, Zach, my brother's best friend, loved (loves) Marvin the Martian. And we had a grocery store called Mars near us and they were giving away free Martian toys/figurines.
Can you see where this is going?
So...we took the Martian and decked him all out with magazine clippings, embellishments, etc.
Let me just tell you now that I don't remember a whole lot of stuff from that time period. In the year that followed, some not so good stuff happened and I blocked a lot out.
But! I remember distinctly...knocking on his door...throwing that daggone Valentine alien at to him and booking it back upstairs to our apartment.
Embarrassing right?
Of course, Zach is basically just my brother now so it's all good fun in the past and I can laugh about it now.
But poor, innocent six year old me had Valentines ruined forever! Forever...
And that is why I will be holed up in my room tomorrow doing homework as per usual watching I Hate Valentine's Day.

Happy day of love, y'all!
<3