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Christmas.

Yep, you'll be seeing more of me on here. I officially got a laptop for Christmas from truly the best boyfriend - future husband - I could ever have asked for. Seems like we've reached this unfamiliar, yet welcome place where we're so blissful and grateful.

It's not the laptop that makes him the best, it's the fact that he listened, that he knew I could use it -- not just that I wanted it, not just that I would like it -- but that I could use it, and that he surprised me with it. An ace in the hole, as he called it.

Feels good to be writing from bed. Who would complain?

I've been watching How I Met Your Mother and, to be honest, I love that show. It's weird -- kind of a cliché show, the kind of show that makes you wish you had that life -- friends always together at the bar after work, telling awesome adventure stories, growing and changing together. That's the kind of life I sometimes sit around and wish I had. Yet, at some point in life, I strayed from my friends -- we've all scattered to the wind and gone our own ways.

It's okay though, because 1. I have JM by my side, day in and day out and 2. when we do eventually all come back together, it's going to be glorious.


Now, it is 2AM and I best get some sleep.

I'll be back soon with something more worthwhile to say. For now, I'm falling asleep with a laptop on my bedside table and a diamond ring on my finger.




(no, not that finger.)

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