patricky

I didn't update my journal on my anniversary.

I love my wife more than anything, and still can't understand why she wastes her time slumming with me.

It's been a good run so far, and I wouldn't trade in a moment of it, even the times that weren't so easy.

At this point, I'm going to restrain myself from becoming embarrasingly sappy. EDIT: Except for this:


HAD I the heavens embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-W.B. Yeats


EDIT 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO: Join my group, Peter Jackson, bitches.