février 16, 2004
v-day
well. it's probably unsurprising for me to discuss how very much valentine's day rocked my face. you probably don't really want to hear about the roses and the candles, or the pretty pink shoes. you probably don't want to know about the lobster risotto and boulliabaisse that D. made for me. you certainly don't want to hear about what it was that made me so very, very dangerous. i'd also imagine it's fairly safe to say that you don't need to know what was said in the quietest hours before dawn.
but i'm pretty sure you can gather how i feel. about the Boy and about the day. and the whole shebang.
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