  please don't hold this against me, but i just got back from red lobster, or the slobster as amy calls it.
we went so that carey could give me my birthday present. my present was a homemade card that her students made (carey is a blonde-haired-blue-eyed-english-as-a-second-language-elementary-school-teacher). a few things about carey: carey used to be a cheerleader in high school. she still does routines like two bits four bits six bits a dollar when we are out partying. carey gets drunk and takes her shoes off and runs thru bars. carey called me after leaving my house saturday night to tell me that she got home and was hungry, so she decided to make a pizza.
she woke up in the morning with the entire pizza face down on the kitchen floor and her shoes in the bathtub with tomato sauce spread all over her shower. carey is very open with her body and her bodily functions. carey always smells good. carey also happens to be the 'whole package'.
she is quite a catch, if you can catch her. she is beautiful, and smart, and educated, and true, and genuine, and funny, and really really cares about people. she can see the beauty in anything and anyone. if you can't tell, i think the world of her. okay, i have to talk about this. i apologize for the change in pace here. but i'm kind of in a weird place tonight. i got a call from my mom that a good friend of my brothers, and a friend of our family, died of a drug overdose last night.
it is a demon robert has battled for years. it is a demon my family has always battled. it is a demon i am very familiar with, first hand. addictions are scary. all addictions. but especially those that put you in the darkest place you can possibly be. i know the battle can be won. i just wish robert would of come out the other side. robert, you are a beautiful person.
i hate that you lost the battle. i know how hard you fought. we all hurt. 
