Friday, February 17, 2006
or
For The Benefit of Mr. Snipes
Valentines Day went pretty damned well this year, gentle readers. Kay, the little sweety-pants, bought me a huge clutch of cream colored roses, a bar of 85% cocoa chocolate (I only really like the very dark stuff), and a plush ducky. He knows me well. I named the duck Westley, in honor of Westley Snipes, one of the greatest actors of our century.
As for Kay's present, I commissioned a piece of artwork - a portrait of the lad - from my friend Kenzie. She's really amazing folks. Just check out her Deviant Art Account to see more of her work.
Here's the boy, in all his glory:
Looks just like him, no? And of course, he loved it. Tee hee.
(EDITOR'S NOTE: for those of you who take things too literally, Kay is not a nazi, nor does he necessarily espouse nazi philosophy or nazi moral values. The armband in the portrait is an aesthetic accent and nothing more.)
In other news, I am extremely frickin' tired. Which means it must be a day that ends in "Y." Or rather, "Y oh Y do I do this to myself?" Hahah! Sometimes I laugh so hard at my own witticisms that I choke on my own saliva.
