So I'm married... well not technically, but I asked a lovely young lady to marry me and she said yes. I never understood that talk of "one last night of freedom" at bachelor parties. If you don't think of this choice of how to spend the rest of your stupid life as freedom, then don't do it. So once I asked and she said yes, then it's official. I don't need a guy in robes to wave a magic wand and make it so, I don't need a guy in robes to smack down a gavel and say it's real.... ok what's with priests, judges and other men in power wearing dresses, they should just accept their proclivity, but I digress. The point is I choose, if not everything, then the things I can feasibly control and my acceptance of them is what makes them real.
This is why I never became a writer as I had wanted to be as a child. Making sense was never my strong suit, so let me get to the point. I never wanted to be one of those people who go around making an extra point to say "my wife this and my wife that" after getting married. But I can kinda understand how it happens now. Wierd.
This is why I never became a writer as I had wanted to be as a child. Making sense was never my strong suit, so let me get to the point. I never wanted to be one of those people who go around making an extra point to say "my wife this and my wife that" after getting married. But I can kinda understand how it happens now. Wierd.
saria:
Thanks for the support & love on my new set!