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This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach
Your's is the first face that I saw
Think I was blind before I met you
I don't know where I am
Don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go
And so I thought I'd let you know
These things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange
You said everything changed
You felt as if you just woke up
And you said
This is the first day of my life
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care
I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy
So if you wanna be with me
With these things there's no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides, maybe this time it's different
I really think you like me

First Day of My Life
By Bright Eyes

I fell in love with this song a few weeks ago. I was playing it in the car one day, and the boy looks at me, and says something along the lines of, "I've never *really* listened to the lyrics of this song before. This is a really sweet song." It's little things like that that he says and does that just touch me. Not a day goes by when he doesn't tell me how happy I make him, or how beautiful I am, or something equally as endearing. I'm not letting him go. Ever.

Near perfect happiness and videogames makes me a very boring, inconsistent blogger. There's no drama, no conflict, no sad tears or unfulfillment. My happiness is only occasionally marred by my unemployment, which means I have almost literally no money. Which, day-to-day, doesn't matter, as I'm a little bit of a kept girl these days, shelter and food-wise. But I was raised entirely too proud to ask for money from my significant other, so if I don't get a job ASAP, I guess that puts me begging Mommy or Daddy to help with my (not substantial, but still there) credit card bills. However, I am not too proud to let the boy take me to Vegas for the first time next week (I feel bad I have no money to chip in, but I am really excited about seeing Vegas, I am such a racoon when it comes to shiny things).

P.S. The perfect example of why I love him so much. This morning, at 6 (he knew I'd be awake), hour 11 of his 12 hour shift, he called me. Just because he had a free minute, no particular reason. When I was with Peter, I practically begged for him to do that occasionally. Just to call if he got a free minute at work, to say "I love you" or whatever. Just something to let me know he was thinking about me when we weren't both in the same room. He called me maybe once or twice in six years without some sort of request or whatever. And mind you, Peter had a cushy desk job, with lots of free time. Tony works as a nurse in the ER. And it wasn't a slow night. But he did have a minute, and choose to spend it on me. I'm easy to please.