Richie is now so close to me that we could trip on each other's toes every night and hardly notice...okay,
not that close, but pretty close. It's nice having him living so close, right here in Orange. I have to stop calling
this place the 35 Mile Log, though.
It's sad; I liked the title I gave this section mainly because of the reference to Eminem's movie
8 Mile, (bad grammar makes me giggle) but also because of its deep, dark foreshadowing, its omen that this log will
eventually turn into a long, long, loooong piece of crap. 35 miles long.
Can you imagine?!
Anyhow...That's no longer a problem. Driving 35 miles to see him, I mean. It's no longer an issue.
Have no fear, my honey's near.
I like to be as accurate as possible on the net. There's a huge assortment of colorful information available
here, to put it mildly, (READ: lots o' fallacies) and though no one may notice the incontinuitynot changing
a name may cause, I have a heart that requires I am steadfast to finding out the truth. The truth
is, now that we're about 5 miles apart, I can't really call it the 35 Mile log anymore. =(
Time for a new name....sad... but....wait, there it is! That's what I'll call you, my little online journal!
That's what you'll be from now on...I'll call you my 5 mile log! Yee-haw.
