( continues...) everything got calm.
So. 1999-2009. If you told me on New Year's Day 2000 that, on New Year's Day 2010, I'd be sitting on the couch in the house I share with my boyfriend to whom I'm not married yet have amazing kinky sex with and make Mobius strips with in our spare time, I would never -- and I mean NEVER -- have believed you.
Man, it's good.
didn't mean to say it twice, I just love a happy ending
I make a huglike, nontouching gesture in your general direction, Steph. To finding happy places and selves!
my boyfriend to whom I'm not married yet have amazing kinky sex with and make Mobius strips with in our spare time
And who doodles romantic messages to you on the eggs in the fridge and on your car's snowy windshield. Don't forget that part.
I'm loving reading everyone's stories, so very deeply.
(No urge to write my own as yet; I can't even begin to think how to sum up the last decade.)
I make a huglike, nontouching gesture in your general direction, Steph.
Ahahaha!!! Thank you!!!
And who doodles romantic messages to you on the eggs in the fridge and on your car's snowy windshield. Don't forget that part.
I have pictures to commemorate those very events! (Though the eggs were far from romantic: [link]
Someday, when we meet, Steph and I will wave our arms at each other in odd gestures.
I've got NO CLUE what I would say.
Cause I used to be one of those crazy driven planner chicks that would want to kill herself for not publishing a novel by this age.
I'm a sucker for a happy ending too.
Aw, Steph, reading that made me tear up. I'm so happy for you and Tim.
Happy New Year, friends! I'm sitting in Mark's dad's living room checking in on the board while Mark brushes his teeth. We told his family about the engagement earlier today and his parents both got a little weepy. I think this might be the best New Year's Day I've ever had. Here's to 2010!