My girl's funny. Wednesday night she went to a gay bar and sang karaoke. See what I mean? Sometimes she says things like this: "I think only people from Boston should be allowed to play for the Red Sox. Same for all the other teams. You should have to play where you're from." She's also obsessed, completely, mouth-foamingly rabid for silly detective chick-lit novels. Her new pajama pants are black with white skulls on them. I rest my case.
That being said, I'm awfully lucky to be with her. When I stop and think about it, I'm extremely relieved to be (almost) 23 and know who I'll be spending my life with. There was a time when I felt like I'd be alone for a long time and then suddenly meet someone who'd suffice and we'd spend the remaining days of our lives in solid company instead of real affection for one another. So I'm very glad the latter has turned out to be true. Very few things about my life have been consistent year in and year out, but Jamie has been. Sure, we've only been together a year, give or take a couple make-out sessions (ha!) but each moment of this year, or at least our relationship within this year, has been constant and fulfilling, like no thing I've ever known.
If/when she reads this, she'll probably gag in sappy disgust. She's funny like that too.
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You're both lucky, so relax and enjoy it.
Inquisitive? How funny. This whole internet thing is amazing....
Jaron, I too find you quite inquisitive. In fact, perhaps too inquisitive. Where were you in 1478, when Spain was "inquisiting" Muslims, Jews, and HERETICS for the Catholic Church? We'd all (me, possibly Meg. Definitely Casey) like to know.
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