duckmustard

Valentine's Day.

Meh.

I always envisioned myself getting married early. I've basically been an indepedent adult since the age of 12. I could get married tomorrow, if the right person were involved.

I had been looking for engagement rings about a year ago for Liz. I had a beauty picked out. I don't believe in diamonds and rings and all that too much, but as young as we were, I honsetly had to do something to make her realize how committed I was. If I was going to blow 4 grand on her, I think that is a pretty clear signal.

Well, shit didn't work out.

I wanted to get married before I make my money. I wanted to leave college engaged. It will be absolutely impossible to find love once I'm traveling from town to town, playing poker tournaments every weekend and making (potentially) hundreds of thousands of dollars every year, a sum I could make now if I wanted to work 60 hours a week online.. They will love me for my money. Liz loved me for my apparently above average dick. The ones before Liz loved me because I treated them well. It would be nice to meet someone fascinated with me.

God, that was too fucking emo.

I heart boobs.

Sweet, fixed that entry right up. Wooooord