i'm going crazy, again my valentine's day was spent with a drummer on my couch, watching the olympics, or wild'n'out, telling him to wake up, throwing candy at each other, trying not to sound like a puppy getting hit with a newspaper when he grabbed my feet or knee, & trying to get back my spot on the couch when he stole it. he lingers at the door & leaves rather slowly. i don't know what i'm doing, what i'm thinking, but right now i don't really care. i'll be optimistic for myself, for once, and say, hey... anything can happen.
02.14.06