el día de los enamorados chupa...

     and that's all i have to say about that. not a good day. just take my word for it. in other news, i still have no idea what i'm going to write for this story. i have a week and a half, but i'm still getting nervous about it. maybe i'll write about being alone on valentine's day. completely original concept, don't you think? yeah, so i'm not exactly sure what to do: there's this girl that i've liked for...well...quite a while. it's been largely an admiration from a distance, and so far i haven't really made the decision to go for it. it's a very carefully measured process, you see. but on her birthday every year i've bought her a rose and a cookie that says "happy birthday, katy" and placed it on her doorstep. one of my best friends, brandon, was there both times for moral support. it's a bit cowardly not to do it in person, and i know that i should just strap on a pair and do something, but it hadn't really struck me as the time yet. this year after we had carried out the tradition, they asked brandon and i if it had been one of us. i admitted to it, but i did it in such a purposely careless way that she didn't believe me. but i don't think she wanted to, either. brandon asked her out for valentine's day last night. she said yes so fast and so excitedly, i realized that she wanted it to be him. i mean, he's my best friend. of course i'm not going to say anything. and i didn't ask, neither was i going to. so i have to be okay with it. i guess i'm not asking advice on what to do. i know what to do. i just wanted to talk it out. thanks for listening.

     so that's enough of that. i need a shower. later, taters.