Now is this gratitude, or is it really love?
So, I'm back from Disneyland. Had a WONDERFUL time. I actually felt I was on vacation while I was down there. I slept in every day and woke up happy knowing that I'd spend my day at the Disneyland Resort. I did find, however, that I was less tolerant of lines. I didn't ride the Tower of Terror nearly as many times as I would have liked. But, no complaints. It was really great. Of course, I remember typing how much I feared the feeling of being back home once my vacation was over. Well, I guess that fear had a basis in reality because I totally over reacted to being back home and did something completely stupid. If I could change the future, I would change the past instead... blah, blah, blah.
It's now February 14th, aka. Valentine's Day. Well, lahhh-dee-fucking-dahhh. I suppose it could be worse for me. I could be living in a VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER. But enough about me! I hope all of you lucky son-of-a-bitches appreciate what you have... or rather... who you have. And, I hope that special someone you have in your life appreciates you. Think about it... you could be alone right now. Utterly alone. That would be sad. It'd probably make you want to cry.
ANYWAYS, happy Valentine's Day, fuckers. I hope you choke on your hard little peppermint heart candies.
With love,
Me