Oh My Funny

Um.  Happy Valentine's Day.

I hope you're either single or separated from your lover, just for tonight, because being coupled is too cliche.  And misery makes much better music.

Also, if you're single you can watch the Dress PV on repeat ALL NIGHT LONG without anyone being able to stop you from wondering how much hotter Acchan would be if he were a girl amirite? (Puts new meaning in the phrase "lipstick lesbian.")

The only problem is, there's no one there to give you chocolates.

Except me.

And by "chocolates," I mean, "macros."

Here they are.

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