Wow, it's like we're seriously discussing what needs to happen if I do die. At least my cat's in good hands. And for my body? Bury me with all my shit, I don't like sharing.
Man, I remember those days! I think Valentine's Day is just an excuse to have a glorified date, and there's nothing wrong about that, either. I've never really officially celebrated one - my previous choice in a guy involved beating each other up, angst, and secrecy, duh - so this is kinda my first go at it? Look, as long as there's noms and I don't have to pay for it, I'm pretty happy.