ha yeah. happy Valentine's Day.

A lovely rose from the Band of Roses <3

Last night I dreamt about pirates and gold coins and some sort of robbery that involved actual blood money and the pirates were washing the blood from the gold coins in a huge vat of ice and I thought to myself, as my dreaming self contemplated why this was all happening before my very eyes and whether I might be next-- oh, hmm, that's a clever way to go about it.

This was, of course, after a late night lovers' spat over some exchange in the past, and I managed, as the lovers' day dawned, to become quite furious and hang up the phone on him.

Needless to say, I slept like hell.

Then I woke up, and my period had arrived, and I thought, oh that makes a lot of sense. 

My bloody fucking Sunday Valentine.