Friday, February 27, 2009

I was a freakin' English major & I never learned to type. I watch my man's fingers whip across the keyboard like Helen Keller reading War & Peace. Not to mention everything he writes is brilliant, cohesive & grammatically correct. I think too fast for this blog thing. All the illegal and (now) legal drugs that I took/take, make me hazy & it's hard to keep a straight thought.
What was I saying? Fuck. I hope this wasn't a mistake.
I love the NY Yankees, my Cats (yes I capitalized that shit) and reading about the Manson family.
I like memories more than presents, hence a three hour dinner is definately my cup of tea but buying me flowers sucks armadillo dick.