woke up this morning, and i didnt have to worry or be nervous because this year was the first valentine’s day that i wasnt with dickface. i have a new valentine and this past year has been the bayst.
yea, sometimes i miss dickface, but when i think about the bayst, i forget everything else and remember how special we are together. prior to 2011, the 2007-2010 period, what i like to call the dark ages (you know where everything died and thinking/knowledge was lost forever), was full of broken promises and hopes getting shot down.
this new era has been amazing. the renaissance, if you will. i cant wait to see the bayst in 49 hours. :)
so to my old valentine:
i hope you choke on the fake ass flowers and brownies you make every year and learn to grow up.