Let’s just pretend it is.

The internet, my email, my work phone, the cell phone, and possibly even the legs of all the Fed Ex and UPS and DHL and postal workers that could POSSIBLY deliver me a token of niceness this Valentine’s Day. It’s much easier to pretend that they’re broken, instead of the likely-truth that really, this is just another day, and really, I’m just another girl.

Who is significantly lacking in Valentine’s Day wishes.

See? It’s much easier to pretend that they, that you, that it, is broken instead of me.