Someone I know once told me that personal websites were for one of two things; vanity, and employment. Since I have a job, I guess that makes me vane. Fuck, now I feel like a damn Carly Simon song.
I’m taking my girlfriend to a secret getaway for Valentines day this weekend to Big Bear. I got a kickass suite with a jacuzzi tub by the fireplace and a king size bed. This is also her birthday and our one year anniversary, as it turns out, hence me shelling out the big bucks. She’s ever so worth it, though. I’m thinking that our next trip will have to be somewhere like Oregon. She’s never been, but has always wanted to. I have, and want to move there. The plan is to finish school, move up there to be a teacher, and make lots of babies. Of course, if that mystical pile of money that I’m expecting will just land on my lap already, I wouldn’t have to wait.
I used to think that true love only existed in love songs. Now I want to write those songs… but then I’d also like to write songs about Zelda, too…