and things are good again, and i never saw it coming. i guess i never do. no matter what i ever imagine is going to happen next i am always so far off the mark that i don't even know why i bother to think about the future anymore. so, ya, i put the dick in prediction.

it is strange to be extremely successful at something you are trying and to feel sad about the success.

i had the best valentine's day ever.
love is so very extremely scary though.

my dearest darling wrote a poem about me. no one has ever written a poem for me before.
at least not that i know of. i am in love.

i have always wanted one, but have never kept up. i'm going to try again i guess.
who wants to fight me?

because tonight i washed the cookie dough off my fingers instead of eating it.