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I’ve locked my heart
I’ll keep my feelings there.
I have stocked my heart
with icy, frigid air.
And I mean to care for no one
Because I’m through with love.

Gus Kahn, “I’m Through With Love”

This Valentine’s Day chez moi, there will be no turtle-doving, no pitching of woo, and definitely no gettin’ jiggy wid it. I’m taking a break from the more romantic afflictions affections. But why, Dieter, why (you may ask) have you chosen to stay on the sidelines this time around? I’ll tell you. It’s because I have the worst instincts ever in this field. Read the rest of this entry →

I’ve locked my heart
I’ll keep my feelings there.
I have stocked my heart
with icy, frigid air.
And I mean to care for no one
Because I’m through with love.

Gus Kahn, “I’m Through With Love”

This Valentine’s Day chez moi, there will be no turtle-doving, no pitching of woo, and definitely no gettin’ jiggy wid it. I’m taking a break from the more romantic afflictions affections. But why, Dieter, why (you may ask) have you chosen to stay on the sidelines this time around? I’ll tell you. It’s because I have the worst instincts ever in this field. Read the rest of this entry →

I’ve locked my heart
I’ll keep my feelings there.
I have stocked my heart
with icy, frigid air.
And I mean to care for no one
Because I’m through with love.

Gus Kahn, “I’m Through With Love”

This Valentine’s Day chez moi, there will be no turtle-doving, no pitching of woo, and definitely no gettin’ jiggy wid it. I’m taking a break from the more romantic afflictions affections. But why, Dieter, why (you may ask) have you chosen to stay on the sidelines this time around? I’ll tell you. It’s because I have the worst instincts ever in this field. Read the rest of this entry →

I’ve locked my heart
I’ll keep my feelings there.
I have stocked my heart
with icy, frigid air.
And I mean to care for no one
Because I’m through with love.

Gus Kahn, “I’m Through With Love”

This Valentine’s Day chez moi, there will be no turtle-doving, no pitching of woo, and definitely no gettin’ jiggy wid it. I’m taking a break from the more romantic afflictions affections. But why, Dieter, why (you may ask) have you chosen to stay on the sidelines this time around? I’ll tell you. It’s because I have the worst instincts ever in this field. Read the rest of this entry →