w00ts & y4ys

This week has gone by so damn fast. It's spectacular.

February! The month o' love. Everyone it seems is having luck in that department lately, and I'm glad. My amigo bonito Aero will have his lady from the East coast moving in tomorrow. I'm rooting him on. It's good to see that work out for him; he's awesome. I know he's reading this, haha.

I'll be in the state for lovahs all of Valentine's week. I can't wait. I'm looking forward to hotel rooms with tiny kitchens, the ocean, and red hair. Hopefully the next seven days feel as short as the last has, and then the nine after that feel like a week each. It's funny how relative time can be. I haven't worn a watch in years.

I'm getting a tattoo tomorrow. Of your face! Just kidding. Seen The Fountain? Bands like that around my left wrist. Three of them, unevenly spaced and different sizes. There will be pictures as soon as they look good enough. I promise not to do the cliche thing of instantly taking pictures of tattoos when they're still red. Patience my friends, patience. I've wanted a spiritual tattoo for a while, but something simple. This will be it. Also, it will be bit of a tribute to Seth. That movie helped a lot with that.

My camera is still busted. Damn thing. I saw the cutest little kid walking around the park today in his bare feet. He went up to a tree, thought about climbing it, and decided to pet it instead. He had curly hair like crazy. It was the bare feet that did it.

I feel good lately. Normal. I don't know what it is, but I have my suspicions. I think I've entered the stage where everything feels okay again. I'm not worried that my life is going to collapse again. Maybe writing 2007 on everything has convinced me it's a new year finally.

Damn, it's after 7:15pm and I'm still at work. Better get on getting out. Adios, be safe this weekend.

- David

Cows are cute.