Trade a baby for a skateboard

Kristen just left not too long ago. And I gotta tell you, it was the best sex of my life. And by sex I mean not sex. We went out to dinner. We played chutes and ladders (which she won) and then we hung out and talked nonsense. It was magical. Her eyes, her teeth, and...dammit...I can't remember the third thing she said that I was gonna write down. This is why blogging only works immediately after events happen. And when the TV isn't on. But the moral of the story is Kristen and I shared a magical evening and are having a baby. I could explain that statement...but I won't. Just know that she's rad. And I'm rad. And our mysterious baby, which will actually only be my baby, will be rad. My face hurts from all the smiling and laughing. Good times. That's really all I have to say. In the near future there is a possibility that I will blog on my anger towards California and Prop 8. But I get easily distracted, so don't count on it.