| Why I am Happy Today Because we all need a little bit of joy in our lives... |
| I was never really convinced I was marriage material. I always thought that the man to marry me would either be: a) under the influence of a significant amount of drugs b) a doctor of psychology c) insane or indeed, perhaps a combination of the three. Although, to be fair, I'm not sure that even I, with my slightly shocking track record would have been that inclined to get it together with a mental, junked-up psychiatrist. Well, maybe if he was really fit. Turns out - meanwhile and back on topic - that at least one person disagrees somewhat as I, my little egg-cups, am properly engaged. Oh yes. Never really thought that people like me lived happily ever after, but maybe even we have our chances, same as everyone else (work on not-ballsing-things-up continues). Pardon the pervasive whiff of cheese you're undoubtedly detecting around now, but it feels really very special to me that as I type this at 2.09am in my little student bedroom, there's a man sleeping in a little bungalow on the edge of Birmingham who just loves me so much that he's spent a not unconsiderable amount of money on a very sparkly diamond ring for me to wear to prove the business once and for all to the world. And whom I love so much, that he's the only person I ever really want to be with for the rest of my life. Which is not something I - slightly emotionally inadequate, paranoid and restless - thought I'd be able to say at the tender age of nineteen. |
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| Happiness History: Rocky Horror This feature may be updated but sporadically while we're waiting for the misery to stop. |