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same_skyI read random journals for a very long time tonight. It was a waste of time, really, because I just ended up highly frustrated with the sheer amount of negativity abounding now. I guess war doesn't bring out the best in people, and I'm not saying that people shouldn't write about how they feel.. just that the massive amount of opinions floating around out there is somewhat overwhelming in intensity.
Anyway, the only conclusion I came to is that I'm damned lucky, and I'd like to take this opportunity to inject a little happiness into my evening. Warning: Shmooiness to follow. You may wish to avert your eyes.
I have the best husband in the whole world--and I should know, as I searched the world over to find him. ;) Every night, I fall asleep touching someone who I know loves me more than anything else in the world. I've never met anyone who believed in me like he does. There doesn't seem to be a single thing that he doesn't believe I could do if I wanted--that sort of faith is humbling, when one doesn't even have that much confidence in oneself. If I told him that my dream was to .. move to Alaska and become a goat trader, he'd laugh at me for ten minutes and then start planning how to accomplish it. I like how we still annoy people by acting like newlyweds. I think it's sweet the way he sings along and doesn't always get the words right. I think it's adorable when he forgets and speaks Swedish to me (though that hasn't happened in a very long time.) I love the way he makes me laugh even when there's nothing funny. There's a mole on the back of his neck that I think is precious. I'm proud of his intelligence, and I'm amused by his ego. I'm fond of the way we dance in the kitchen when there's no music. I'm partial to how we call each other "Baby" no matter who's around. I think it's cute that we celebrate the important moments in our life by heading to McDonald's. In short.. there ain't nothing about him that don't do somethin' for me.
So tonight, I'm not going to worry about things I can't change. I'm going to turn my computer off and snuggle into bed with the most beautiful person I've ever met.
And try not to think about terrorist attacks, plastic wrap and duct tape, bombs of any sort, countries ending in Q, scary politicians, poisonous spiders, pneumonia, anthrax, hate crimes, nuclear weapons, chemical warfare, guns, republicans, redneck neighbors, casualties, burglars, unemployment, the economy, sexual offenders, the continued good health of Robert Jordan while he finishes writing Wheel of Time, computer viruses, child pornography, aliens or spam...
Anyway, the only conclusion I came to is that I'm damned lucky, and I'd like to take this opportunity to inject a little happiness into my evening. Warning: Shmooiness to follow. You may wish to avert your eyes.
I have the best husband in the whole world--and I should know, as I searched the world over to find him. ;) Every night, I fall asleep touching someone who I know loves me more than anything else in the world. I've never met anyone who believed in me like he does. There doesn't seem to be a single thing that he doesn't believe I could do if I wanted--that sort of faith is humbling, when one doesn't even have that much confidence in oneself. If I told him that my dream was to .. move to Alaska and become a goat trader, he'd laugh at me for ten minutes and then start planning how to accomplish it. I like how we still annoy people by acting like newlyweds. I think it's sweet the way he sings along and doesn't always get the words right. I think it's adorable when he forgets and speaks Swedish to me (though that hasn't happened in a very long time.) I love the way he makes me laugh even when there's nothing funny. There's a mole on the back of his neck that I think is precious. I'm proud of his intelligence, and I'm amused by his ego. I'm fond of the way we dance in the kitchen when there's no music. I'm partial to how we call each other "Baby" no matter who's around. I think it's cute that we celebrate the important moments in our life by heading to McDonald's. In short.. there ain't nothing about him that don't do somethin' for me.
So tonight, I'm not going to worry about things I can't change. I'm going to turn my computer off and snuggle into bed with the most beautiful person I've ever met.
And try not to think about terrorist attacks, plastic wrap and duct tape, bombs of any sort, countries ending in Q, scary politicians, poisonous spiders, pneumonia, anthrax, hate crimes, nuclear weapons, chemical warfare, guns, republicans, redneck neighbors, casualties, burglars, unemployment, the economy, sexual offenders, the continued good health of Robert Jordan while he finishes writing Wheel of Time, computer viruses, child pornography, aliens or spam...
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