Milca and I have been watching Twin Peaks on DVD thanks to my beloved netflix. I’ll likely break down and buy them when I have the money to throw around. The other night, before we watched the next dic, Milca said, “We should get some pie and coffee before we watch.” I love her more than words can say. I’m eager to see me some David Lynch. “I’M WORRIED ABOUT COOP.” “O-RE-GON.” Priceless.
Milca and I are going to start planning now to take a trip to Oregon in June. This trip has been in the works several times before, and something always makes it fall through. Every time we say, “This time will be different.” Well, this time will be different. Seriously. It will be for my birthday, she wants to check out the University of Oregon in Eugene, and I’ve got some burningman buddies up there from Audacity Camp. I miss my fair citizens greatly, and I yearn for bean dip.
I’m turning 24. I don’t know how, or even if, I feel about that. I’m working towards my goals, and I’m in the best of relationships, and I’m happy. That’s all that matters, I guess. Not some numbers on a piece of paper that say how many times the Earth has traveled around the sun with me as a passenger.