last night after pointless work i went to see the doughboys. not the band but old folks from my high school. doughboys are two half-jamiacan twins who work their asses off pulling in lots of dough and lay more chicks than mothergoose. like myself their loving was suppsed to be brewing in time for tonight's romancing brought to you by the good people at hallmark. so the cynics or the "anti-valetine" crowd as they prefer to be called boycot tonight's loving arguing february 14th is capitalism banking on the anxious crowd and pinches at heart of our human fears: isolation. we give in, find someone--anyone--and proceed to spend onwards $50-100 because the talk surrounding the extra loving that is necessary today is too much to bare. and to some extent it's true, whenever valentine rolled around and there was no one to buy a hallmark for, i wept silently. but this year, i have misty queen (formely known as lady friend of significance; i needed to shorten it down) and not only because today is february 14th.

so as the three of us were trying to preserve our loving urges for one more night, we gave into our other lovely temptation. these boys have learned and grown so much since being skinny looking wads back in grade 9. i used to tease them because they were so short but years later i look like a lawn gnome compared to these monsters. so i keep the past jokes to myself as they aren't as humourous as they once were. also, the doughboys drink alot. last night hanging out in their apartment and watching them drink themselves stupid and myself not to partaking in the festivities (some pr campaign about drinking and driving says it might not be so legal), i was getting nervous. i tried to say something, but the typipcal response was, "chill, i'm black." then i laughed and proceed to mooch more of their fine drugs.

with time i got bored when some of their friends came over. people from high school that make me uncomfortable till this day. it's instant repeater all over again. they had some "beef" against me which i still do not know what plus i thought they were a bunch of stuck up pricks. even last night they were acting cold as if they didn't know who i was. i bit my lip and took their bullshit. i exchange a few of pretending to care what they've been up to and made my way out based on some bullshit excuse about work in the morning. i don't know why doughboys still associate with these people, they are so much better than them. in high school it made sense, the doughboys were perfect in this little clam but they aren't the little children they once were. it's why being friends with doughboys is so hard with this extra baggage travelling with them. however, their peanut-butter-dank is solid material and makes me want to keep the doughboys at arms length.

after the uncomfortable meeting with faces i'd do anything to avoid i leave the nice apartment that is home of the doughboys. i decide to break promise of resisting misty queen for one more night. on a sunday evening, she happens to be awake watching the trite grammy awards and hoping i'd throw a line. i am telepathic like that. her as well, thinks hallmark shouldn't tell us when to do our romancizing. i tell her i shall be at her place within 40 minutes and to be ready. i arrive 15 minutes ahead of time and she's already waiting on the front stairs as i pull in. the hair cut she got the prior day makes her even more pleasing to the eyes. i know the haircut is to please her mediterranean fantasy boy but her story is that, the new look is for me and the night of 14th february. whatever, looking at the way she looks, i'll believe anything she says as the holy sacred word. according to some fancy pancy behavioural neuroscienist out of england:

It appears that human males are particularly influenced by visual cues from females and of the two sexes tend to fall in love the quickest.

we break the febuary 14th deadline twenty-hours prior to our original plan. we stuck it to the man and hallmark. though technically it was the 14th as the clock had struck midnight by the time all was said and done. but hey, no need to focus on the nitty-gritty. february 13th of 2005 will forever go down in history as our valentine.