PAP stands for "Pretty Amazing Petey"

I must confess that my favorite place in the whole wide world is my lovely girlfriend's house in the beautiful suburb of my favorite city, Warshington D.C. There's just something about the rolling hills of concrete and 7-11 Slurpees that catches my intrigue. Okay, so maybe it's really just Eva that I'm interested in...

Oh, and by the way, King Kong is an excellent date movie...I almost lost circulation in my arm (Eva's a wuss). But I'm not. I ran the longest I've ever run in my entire life: 4.7 miles. Then again, I complained about how bad my legs hurt for days afterwards and Eva could've done the 4.7 miles all over again (maybe I'm the wuss).

I got my passport in the mail. One of my eyes is smaller than the other in the picture. But it's okay. Eva says I'm still hott (with 2 T's). Then again, maybe it was my old passport picture of me when I was 16 and without facial hair that really made her swoon. Yes, that must be it.

Maternity clinical is....um....interesting. I spent all day Tuesday looking "down there" during female exams. A whole new world, A new fantastic point of view...(allow me this moment to continue humming to myself...I love the movie Aladdin.)

I'm still humming...

And I don't know what else to write. Not much else can beat PAP smears, passports, oh and my wonderful, stupendous, amazing, I-like-her-more-than-strawberry-cheesecake girlfriend.