Forgive me on this V-Day for not nurturing all my textual relationships.

Warning. This is a sappy V-Day post. And for those of you who cannot handle a sappy post, I have provided a clip from Lonesome Dove in the lower right hand corner.

Okay, so I was thinking today… ‘How could technology really help me?’

I need a counting code placed into my brain’s html source for all the times I think of calling/texting/g-chatting/facebooking/emailing/poking? – whatever certain person I should be. And then have that number sent out through air waves to this person’s brain chip, email, blackberry, iphonepod whatever. And this number should count for all the things I wish I had time to say. “Zero zero zero nine hundred sevent-two I thought of yous.” Feel loved already okay?

“00972 thoughts that Hannah has had to contact you…. But she still hasn’t because she’s weird like that.” And she feels real bad and hopes that people aren’t mad when they see that I took the time to post on my silly blog and not the time to text Happy Valentine’s Day. 'Hannah thinks she's so popyalar!' I know. right.

heartless people, enjoy the clip. And for more contradictory posts such as this, visit the Dancing Spiderman.