I get to skip past ads like this one. (via) Oh, sure, one occasionally slips past me and grates my nerves like a microplaner (“He went to Jared!” or one of those tense and misanthropic Sonic ads. I don’t even know what Sonic is). But for the most part, I can avoid the Valentine’s “How much is that pussy in the window?” advertising blitz. And the candy will be half-price tomorrow.
Unfortunately, I realized that I may have to deal with the Valentine’s juggernaut somehow, because I’m selling my apartment and I need some flowers to put out because it’s being shown tomorrow. Goddammit, I don’t want to pay $75 for a bunch of tulips, and I *really* don’t want to have to be in the same room as some tacky red teddy bears.