-Santino (Project Runway)

Ya know what I've been noticing? Everytime I go to Indiana to visit Sara, a major news item appears. Hurricane Katrina, Jack Abramoff's disclosure in court, and now I find that our vice president is keeping the White House completely gangsta. Which is scarier to you? 50 Cent pointing a glock or an angry old white guy with a hunting rifle that doesn't know the difference between quail and lawyer.

To give you an answer, quail are cute (I know I had to hatch them 2 summers ago, remember?) but lawyers suck.

So, I am back. Yessirree, I see we've all survived another Valentine's Day as evidenced by entries dismal or just plain shocking at how flowers can make an enemy cry.

My V-Day was not the greatest but this had nothing to do with Sara. As you know, I suffer from depression or whatever you can call it that makes a spoiled white boy all sad n' stuff. The day before it was nasty as a painful headache kept me wanting to lay on Sara's bed for too much time. It was nice of the cat to keep me company but the pain was really bad due to my constant hatred for myself. Yo, that is as real as it gets with me.

It's nothing new. I hate Valentine's Day since it's this incredible hype to celebrate something that should already be done. Sure, I get Sammy's impression that it's good to stop from a busy schedule and appreciate things but what if you already do? If you take away my self hatred, I'd say I do try to make things work with Sara as she's brought changes within me that I didn't think would happen. To welcome another's way of thinking is a sure sign of being open-minded.

I'll admit to telling Sara that I expected a lot of diary entries to be about the love/hate (more hate, though) towards V-Day right before I checked up on diary entries. What I didn't expect was a debate as to where a male's g-spot was over dinner and, yes, that was funny.

It was here a pretty much naked Sara came up to peer over my shoulder while in bed that we got into a discussion on the effects of Valentine's Day. The whole feeling of having someone that is there for you far outweighs soppy cards or whatever Walgreens decided to sell in making it "Your Valentine's Day Headquarters" as evidenced by the signs here at our local ones. How many out there can actually say they have a valentine every February 14th? Not me.

What about gifts? Does it have to happen? I mean, I'm not exactly swimming in money but if I did, you'd better believe that there would be roses all over. Flowers are nice but that's not the way to get me to bed you. It's just in dependence as to where they came from. The rich can throw around money like it's nothing but someone that buys a lot of flowers even under financial distress means far more.

I don't know what I am getting at or how best to throw this all at you but just know that I had an enormous headache as I slowly got all sad n' shit. Apparently, it doesn't bother Sara since we soon got into a discussion on obscenities. I've always got to bring out the shit flingers card while, surprisingly enough, Sara mentioned "dirty sanchezes." How many guys can get a girl to talk that dirty to them while debating pussy pose pictures in an old "Penthouse?"

So, whether you missed me or not, I hope y'all had a nice V-Day and didn't allow your 1-year-old to drive the SUV. I'm just dying to know Britney Spears's explanation that is supposed to be in the new People Magazine on Friday. But, hey, Cheney's keeping it gangsta!

So, Indiana? If you forget all my crapola on self-hatred and depression, it was nice. I'm guessing my gift from Sara was the Heathers Special Edition DVD tin case that came with a mini-yearbook, foldout of all the main characters, and a "Heathers Rule" ruler. Totally awesome as I watched the "Swatchdogs And Diet Cokeheads" featurette where the actors looked back at this fine flick. Oh, you can't get this tin case anymore since it's a limited edition, only 15,000 produced as Sara and I found it in a used DVD/CD store. I'm giving Sara my old version since the case is actually stockable while the tin is pretty big.

Lick it up, baby. Lick.......it......up.

I don't know about you but I am so enjoying the strolling the aisles at the 24-hour grocery stores thing. You can find anything fast due to nobody else being in the store. Just you and security watching you marvel over a bargain on Reece's Pieces (2 big bags for $4), counting how many piercings your checker has (16 in the left ear alone), or Hedgehoggy's insisting on licking the front cover of "Vanity Fair" due to Keira's naked pose. Yup, I've got 2 copies.

Well, maybe you don't appreciate the shopping at such a late hour but it amused me. Sara needed matches and apples while I had to drool over Keira, get candy, and pick up the new DVD, MirrorMask, due to it's total selling my mind on a girl's journey into her own making. Somewhere along this would be a box of condoms and a farting cat but we won't go there.

So, if you are looking for a good flick, may I suggest MirrorMask? Even if the images pretty much overlap the story somewhere, I loved it. 15-year-old girl must find the mirrormask in a strange world she created through drawings. Man, those images were nice and highly original. Life isn't just about porn, ya know, since some PG movies can be fun. How many remember Labirynth? David Bowie in tights just might do it for ya?

Just wanted to let you know that I am back in town and in my usual mode of fighting myself on how I feel. During my stop in Barnes N Noble on my way home from Indiana, I came to the conclusion that it's how a part of me doesn't want to grow up while the other does. Hard to explain since there is so much more. Please, don't arm angry white males that enjoy putting torture on the menu while taking over the country. Happy twats all around.

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