We are fast approaching what I consider to be the worst holiday of the year: Valentine's Day. I hate Valentine's Day with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns. It's a completely manufactured holiday timed to give Hallmark and candy makers something to sell between Christmas and Easter. It's the day to take time out to buy flowers for your sweetie so you don't feel guilty about taking her for granted the other 364 days of the year. Plus, it has the added bonus of making anyone who isn't in a great relationship feel like total crap because they get nothing on that day. Zip. Zilch. Nada. What a scam.
That being said, I have finally found a Valentine's candy that I would be willing to buy, courtesy of Despair.com (one of my favorite sites). Bittersweets. Two collections: Dejected and Dysfunctional. Six different flavors: Banana Chalk, Grape Dust, Nappy-Citric, You-Call-This-Lime?, Pink Sand and Fossilized Antacid.
Perfect sentiment for a perfectly awful day.