Masterminx

I finally found a pair of shoes to replace my old favorite pair of beat-to-hell Vans. New Vans. In the words of my bf, Rock Ass!

I decided to come clean with my boy in NC. The bf asked me to marry him this weekend, and I replied "Absolutely!" When I told Mr. NC about the proposal, he congratulated me. He was very gracious, saying that he would have been really interested in seeing where things would go with us, but someone beat him to the punch and he just wants me to be happy. I was a little heartbroken, myself. He's a great guy--just so far away. I am supposed to call him in a half hour or so. He still calls me 'hun'.

It's been raining for two days, and continues to pour, feeding icy little rivers on the sidewalks and drippy gutters everywhere. It is for sucks, as they say in the Czech Republic.

Going shopping tonight. Doing the whole domesticated thing with the bf. It should be fun. Hell, everything we do is fun--even sitting around doing nothing. It's creepy. I never expected to like the guy, and after three weeks we're making plans to live together. It can't be candyland forever, but it's pretty sweet right now.

I understand my pal **TS** has stumbled into some good fortune in relationshipland. I am happy for the guy. I was beginning to worry about losing him in some sort of tabloid hedonistic fog forever. He needs happiness in a way that most people never understand. I don't know if he would agree with that, but I am sure he will argue with me about it--which I love. My soul has taken on the shape of many a gentleman's dream in the last year, and it always retains a little corner or curve of the one before. The impression left by **TS** was a pleasant one, and I wish the best for him.

I guess I'll have to get up that way and visit sometime.

Ain't love grand?

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