And true, it may seem like a stretch,
but it's thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away -
when I am missing you to death

- someone else is as sentimental a fool as I.

Valentine's day came and went, and no taco bell for me this time. To get that, you'd have to have been a viewer of this site from before I
converted it to a blog, though some evidence remains on the old server.

Leslie and I cooincidentally exchanged stuffed monkeys. I am choosing to see this as significant and cute, rather than cooincidence. I am also choosing not to read anything unsettling into the fact that the one she gave me was bigger, was a gorilla, and had accessory handcuffs. Colon right parenthesis.

I've written before about how the obligatory nature of Valentine's makes me sad, and I wish more people took the time to make tiny expressions of love on a regular basis, when they felt moved by something, and not do so because Hallmark commanded them to. I feel I have a pretty good record in this regard, unlike many of the things I preach without practicing. But despite that, I still like Valentine's day. I still like seeing two guys - who are admittedly only in the seasonal aisle because they don't want to get yelled at by their respective ladies for being empty handed - let down their guard and debate with each other what to get based on their feelings. Forced though it may be, it still makes me smile to see guys actually let down their macho filter and brag to others about the reasons why they are in love. It's like thanksgiving to me, but for love, and I'm a hell of a lot more thankful for love than I am a bounty of turkey. I'd eat hot dogs for the rest of my life for the right kind of love.

It was the first Valentine's day I can remember where I felt loved in a romantic way. Strangely, I've never had an adult relationship in full bloom on Valentine's - they're always either just starting, or even in the "Hey, let's go out sometime" stage, or somewhat recently torn asunder.

Winter is generally not kind to my love life.

I survived, and would like for spring to kindly get off its ass and arrive.

It was a very exhausting weekend for me, and involved the craziest sleep schedule I have ever had, and so I'm still a little worse for wear. I just spent all morning on a resume/portfolio site for a job listing on Craig's List, and after getting all the nuts and bolts working I've kinda decided I hate the way it looks. I suppose it's still a step in the right direction of getting a coherent web portfolio together, instead of saying "err wait let me try this address" over and over. I cleaned up some of the sites I will be showing off, and took the steps needed to cleanly (and on a reliable server) display some of my graphic design experience and prowess (read: photoshop SKIZNILLZZZZZ BEEAAATCH.)

I am making progress toward the life I want, I swear.

they will see us waving from such great heights
"come down, now"
they'll say

[i have many reminders]