tell me your name.

14 february 1999.

i'm dying here.

you sweet thing.

well. here we are. val-en-tyn's dayee.

it was funny. i was going to brush my teeth & the girl who lives in the single was in her room with the door slightly open, but open enough so you could tell, without turning your head, that she was making out with her boyfriend. i'm thinking to myself, "look, kids. it's not a band trip or camp. you can close the door & have a little privacy." while i was making mac & cheese he came out & stuck his head under the sink & then walked around & kind of looked like he was preparing for a big game or something. a big game. good god.

then there was kendra & scott at the end of the hall, totally bummed because they'd been caught with rum & coke so no buzz for them. but here he comes down the hall & he just kind of walks up to her & melts his arms around her stomach. yeah, that's cute.

& then it comes down to me. i still have the icing from quirky justin's cake lining my molars & my hands are a little wet from when i washed out my bowl from the mac & cheese so the cheese doesn't start to form a film on the sides like last time. i've got a yellow rose from jason which so made my night, i'm listening to random songs on my winamp & laughing at myself for being such an unphotogenic freakout. it's cold outside & when i walked outside without socks & in my sweater, the wind breaks into your skin. my rings are on my fingers, respectively, twisted all around because they're doing that thing where they become too big when my hands are cold.

so now i'm looking at a picture, an adorable one at that, of jimmy & jessy. & it's so fucking cute. i want to be that complete. mm. the way she's kind of leaned into him.. that's wicked love, kids. oh, yes. when you've got it, you've got it.

so i was really cynical about the whole valentine's day stuff. but now that it's here & i really could give a fuck, enjoy. kendra & scott, eric & erin <puke>, jimmy & jessy, bev & price, j.r. & kristen, wes & sara, me & pooh. live it up. if you're together, do a lot of kissing. & if i see you sitting next to each other & you aren't holding hands, there's going to be some serious ass-whoopin' via the blue-ster.

when you've got it, Keep it.

the dreamer's disease.

just like heaven.

(you said "goodbye," i said "goodnight.")