ah...l'amour

To hell with the both of them.

It's spring time, the birds and the bees, the wind through the trees, flowers and candy and all that good stuff. Of course, bee stings can kill you, pollen can make you sick and if those damn birds would just shut the fuck up, maybe you could get an extra half-hour's sleep. Face it, spring sucks, love sucks, and what better way to celebrate that which makes us the most miserable than with more miserable prose? This week's theme is the opening line of a romance novel.