Rich bought a book... all on his own.

Davey is away for 2 weeks for work... no internet.

My angel is letting me ride shotgun... and his wrist.

Steve and I are going to Disneyland this weekend... to meet Will, finally.

Kevin is... (not my news to announce).

I bought a new book I've been waiting for, part 3 of a series... I didn't even know it was out, I'm almost finished.

Taking Back Sunday is on repeat... a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins. Cute Without the E.

I've been mailing back and forth with an amazing boy... he makes me smile daily and I'm proud of him.

You're So Last Summer is running a close second... the truth is you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath I would apologize for bleeding on your shirt.

I should write more... but I'm too busy reading. I will soon... I NEED to.

I used to love those candy hearts as a kid... sad f**king day when the messages turned to 'email me' and 'fax me'. Fax this pal.

But I love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as I slowly fall apart... Great Romances of the Twentieth Century.

I got a great Valentine from Matty...

To My Favorite Valentine

Love, Matthew

 

Mom,

You are my special Valentine.

Happy Valentine's Day!

 

You are special to me because you take care of me and help me with my homework. Things I like to do with you are play Clue and you give me a shower and you give me the biggest hugs. You play video games with me and you put me in bed and you watch movies with me. You take me to my cousin's house and we have a picnic and you make the best dinner. You go to Disneyland with me and eat popcorn with me and watch me.

 

Love always,

Matthew

Translation... You make me do my homework and sit with me to make sure I get it done, but I don't need any help cause I'm so smart it's ridiculous. I don't really understand how to play Clue yet, but my big sister does, and so you help me win sometimes. I beat you every video game we play, and even though I know I hate to lose, you never seem to mind. All the rest is probably accurate. His cuteness factor was ammended.

I made salsa, and the girls at work sorta laughed when I said there was garlic in it. Apparently that's not 'ethnic'... till they tried it. Then they asked, "Are you sure you aren't Mexican?" to which I replied... "Yeah, but I'm Italian... I know how to use a tomato."

That is all.... Viv