It’s the end of January and February is almost upon us. That means the stores have been filled with Valentines crap since December 26th. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, those chocolates and frilly cards are EVERYWHERE.

(Funny story…when I worked at a supermarket in the 90’s, there were several people, not me of course, who would smash all the heart shaped lollipops then eat the smashed pieces. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere.)

On February 14th, I always find myself scrolling through my Facebook feed, rolling my eyes at all the happy, sappy, lovey dovey posts and being forced to respond by posting all the “love sucks” songs I can find.

(Which, trust me isn’t hard. I estimate about 85%…no 90% of my music collection consists of “love sucks” songs. I don’t know how it happened. One day I took inventory and realized I owned an…