20180712

so we got our marriage license yesterday. i'm beyond excited for this new journey with my best friend.

so many things have happened that i feel like i need an entire day to write them all down. she has jogged my memories, and many of those PTSD-locked memories have come back to me, for better or worse.

my long term memory is on the way back as well.

also, turns out i'm a sex god. who knew?

we make each other feel like a million bucks. she is incredibly giving, in so many ways, that i feel like i've won the lottery. she is truly the one that got away... until now. :)

but anyway, without further adieu:

ajax diner. square books. did she say yes. chicken on a stick. waiting. the ranch. stargazer lilies. genghis grill. purple orchids and chef coats. iphone screens. j.lohr cabernet. iconic. chicken wings and bc powder. goodwill and kroger shopping cart rides. tommy boy. crab legs. all you can eat crab legs. catholic mass. arkabutler scenic route. better off dead (i want my $2). girl nights and face masks. ballerina tea. the hickory ridge mall. austin powers. durchfall. ukuleles and nails. einbildung and psychosomatic. he chose... poorly. brock vs ink. immune booster. my fellow americans. the pancake shop. mississippi corn. sex god and sex goddess. space cowboys. wildebeest hangman. rotisserie chicken. frasier. balls and boobies ultrasounds. zombie washing machine. the bucket list. 1 corinthians 13. west clinic selfies. cracklin oatbran. grown ups. ice cream cones. 5'10" and chocolate chunk. jagerschnitzel. cinnamon fire. crippled inside. banana bread and kerry gold. master jewelers rings on 7/7. the y. hickeys at the y. hickey firsts. weird science. fruity pebbles. vince at lafayettes. ms pacman laundromat. marriage license! verlobter. stand by me. birthday cards and maracas. reddi whip. proposing to my best friend. she said yes!

20180703

2018, where even the lows are pretty damn high. Asked her to marry me. She said yes. She wants simple. I love her. We do have issues but they’re not warning signs: they’re me throwing off the vestiges of old p. The p of fear is no me.

This makes me want to document some of my 2018 a little better. When it’s going great, I have a tendency to not write. I will work on that.