Holy crap.
I'm getting married.
Wait, what? Ms. Chronically-Depressed, ex-wunderhorn1-girlfriend, pseudo-intellectual Celtophile, who can barely write without invoking either a depressing East Coast city or King Arthur or some crap, yes, that girl, who used to post innane shite under a different name, is gonna act like a semi-grown-up.
Or something.
Truth is... The truth is, we see ourselves being together for the rest of our lives. He's the only person who doesn't piss me off.
It's strange. I'm writting this in such a silly way. The fact is, we're happy. We love each other. And we want to be together because it makes sense in a way that I can't explain logically, other than that we just seem to fit.