03-13-02 - 7:27 a.m.
life is irony; as i stood yesterday on the shitty ragged edge of nothing, patrick called to invite me on a route-66-stop-and-smell-the-roses-neon-motel-eat-at-moe's-cheesy-souvenir weekend getaway at the end of the month.
i'm a sucker for romance. i cried and told him i'd follow him to the ends of the earth.
wow, he said. i've always wanted to see death valley.