It is finally here!

I have managed to keep myself quiet all month. Not even Lauren has done so well.

Do you know what today is? It is Damien Rice Day! (Is anyone thinking of Empire Records' Rex Manning Day? It's not quite the same - I won't be bringing him lunch, offering myself to him, or having sex on a copy-machine.)

I am so excited! And if I had any money I'd repeat my previous offer. However, I've dropped so many shifts lately that I am broke! So I'll just enjoy the show tonight.

At least there isn't James Spader.

It's the glasses that make me look like James Spader.

If I find a photo without glasses I'll try again. Hmm, where are those photos from my sister's wedding?

And - is anyone else wondering what the hell is going on with Jeneane Garofalo's hair?

"Waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup."

Mr. A left for Michigan last Sunday. Until this week I hadn't realized how much time I spend with him, or how boring I am without him. Oh yeah, and how I turn into a sniveling baby when I get lonely. If I hadn't fallen asleep in front of CSI: Miami I was seriously considering watching Garden State and finishing off a six of Negra Modelo so that I could cry myself to sleep.

Hooray CSI: Miami and its sleep inducing powers! When I actually made it to bed though I didn't sleep so soundly, nor did I get out of bed so easily this morning. He'll be home Tuesday afternoon. Most likely after I go to work, so I won't get to see him until that night. Tuesday will SUCK because I have the whole morning off to sit and think about the fact that my man is a mere 2 1/2 hours away, as opposed to being across the country. *sigh*

Now do you understand why I am incessantly listening to melancorley Damien Rice, Samantha?

Can you see the love and admiration in my eyes?

Oh My Goodness!

Rumor has it, her's are fake.

Last week I was hanging out with a friend who got engaged about a month ago. This was the first time I had seen her since, though she had called me to tell me about it. While we sat outside so that I could smoke I finally commented on the ring. It is bigger than anything I had ever imagined her wearing. One of the very first things she said is, "Its fake." She then explained why. Her biggest argument was that of blood diamonds, and then there was cost. Can you really tell anyway? I can't.

I had a similar conversation with one of the guys I work with one night. He was telling me a story about an incident while dating the woman he is now married to, while he worked in a pawn shop. A huge real-diamond ring came in, and when he showed her she said, "That's nice, but it's too big." He knew she was the one. I told him that to me all that really mattered was the fact that there was a ring, to symbolize eternity. Which is mostly true.

There is this ring:

Which is the thing that makes the above statement MOSTLY true.

I have been in love with this ring since the day I saw it in an ad in the Austin Chronicle.

Made form an antique ring press, the ring is normally platnum, though the largest stone there is a only quarter carat. I would take it in white gold with CZ for sure. I like it because it's not a normal looking ring, and I am not a normal kinda girl. It's not even from a normal jewelery store.

Clarksville even has rings with meteorite inlay. How cool is that? Plus, how lany people can buy their wedding rings from a local business?

So yeah, it may be years until I get married. But I love a deal, and I love doing the right thing for human rights, and there will always be anniversaries to the man I marry. We can buy each other "cruelty free" diamonds then, when we have some money.

So the problem with a blog?
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Something happened last night that I would write about right now because it made my heart melt so that it resembled caramel sauce, but my man and I now have this lack of online anonymity, and it's weird to think of him reading my writing where I gush to the whole world like I would my best friend (who I need to call to tell this to).


This is all I want to talk about today.

*gush, gush, gush*

I have an incredible boyfriend, who makes everyday a good one. I am still always excited to see him and his presence makes me giddy. My family and friends like him and constantly tell me how good he is, and comment on his sweet nature when he and I interact. They can tell he loves me. I am so lucky.


(All of that hair you see on me is no more!! I look much more like this. But shorter, and with long bangs. So not the same at all.)