Look, even disturbed psycho chick needs to eat too. I had homemade French style pork and dates for Valentine's Day dinner after being stuck in traffic for three damn hours like an idiot for my shrink appointment because of all those daters on the way to their friggin' hot dates. No, not dates with men, I mean the fruits, those little brownish things that grow on a tree.
Screw Valentine's Day. Screw daters. Screw traffic. Screw spending. Screw you all dude.