Sunday, Oct. 20, 2002 | 9:55 a.m.

we're married in celt. i'm gonna eat the same thing as you too. awww, that'll be cute. zebra-print dress. the transporter. the apple orchard with your little brother/clone. big fat pumpkins. dinner with the whole freakin fam. i used to be the fifth best pool player at the university of illinois, for like a week, i was ranked and everything. so i married an axe murder...but not really. falling asleep in your arms. and after the most wonderful thirteen hours with you, goodnight.

know what? it was just good to be with you again.

this is me, always grateful. thank you.