happy valentine's day!

because the past twelve months haven't provided me with anything better, i am recycling last year's valentine from david firth, who also loves you platonically. it is yummier than chocolate and less likely to wither and die than flowers, and hallmark's got nothing on it when it comes to filling my days and nights with warmth and cheer. laugh and be merry, my darlings, for tomorrow you might be stabbed sixty times in the abdomen by an unassuming coworker who will then make tender love to or near your seeping corpse.