February 12, 2008

Shit

I still don't know what I'm getting Initials for Valentine's Day.

Last year, it was easy, because we'd only been seeing each other a few weeks, and only officially dating (whatever that means) for about a week. I got him a card and some toys for his cat. It was a five minute stop at Target.

Now, a year later, it's a Relationship, complete with the capital letter. In gay years, that's like, five or six--I'm not sure of the math. But I'm going to have to come up with something, and it's going to have to be good.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.