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Bliss Darkholme. I really like the way that looks.
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Me. Engaged. Who would have thought?! With other guys, it never crossed my mind. I was just content to be with them, and never really thought of taking the next step. Truth be told, it was much the same with Alex. I was happy to just be with him, to know he was there. I never wanted to pressure him into something he wasn't willing, or ready, to do. Oh, the subject would come up jokingly; he'd tell me I needed to marry him, and I'd shoot him down, but I never really took it seriously. Not until I was faced with that ring. When I opened my last gift from Alex and found it sitting there, I realized he was dead serious. And I realized that I was finally ready to take that step with someone. More importantly, that I was ready to take that step with him. Considering that I never wanted to get married before, I'd say that's pretty huge. A lot of people say that life is over after marriage. That you have to give up everything to wear that ball and chain, but that's not the case with Alex. I don't have to stop being me just to be with him. I don't have to pretend I'm someone I'm not. And neither does he. I know who he is, what he does, and how he is. And that's why I love him. I would never ask him to change even a small bit of that to be with me, because then he wouldn't be the man I love. I think he's relieved by that. I think he likes knowing that he can take off that ball and chain anytime he wants to; that he's not going to be tied down ... unless he really wants to, heh.
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'Sup? Where've ya been? You shouldn't run out on me like that, you know, it's not nice. What if I had wanted to WRITE something? Ah well. |
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As a Commander, I know that my presence is both much needed and, sometimes, much hated. Everyone loves the praise, the promotions, the raises, this is true, but when that coin is flipped to the opposite side, things can get ugly. Lord knows I try to be the type of person that people would feel comfortable going to for help, but it doesn't always work that way. Take last night, for instance.
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The horror of it all! Last night, several of us headed over to the Sparring Arena for our weekly time of fun and hilarity. We were using inflatable weapons (and my weapon of choice was not included, I might add. So sad) and I had found this lovely and charming giant inflatable gorilla in the pile. I loved him. We had a bond, he and I. I named him Pete. But just when Pete and I were getting to know each other a little better, something terrible happened! You see, I wanted to share the love I had found in Pete. I wanted everyone to be as happy as I. I thought Snowy would appreciate and enjoy the love Pete had to give. But no. This was not the case. I tossed him at her, thinking she might like an inflatable hug or something. You can imagine my horror when Pete hit Snowy harder than I had intended and was ruined! Ruined, I tell you! I watched, horrified and sad as Pete slowly deflated, taking my love with him. Why Snowy, why? Were you just afraid of the love of my gorilla? Was he not man enough for you? Why did you have to take him away from me?! ::sob:: I will never be the same again. And if that wasn't bad enough, the Blonde Destroyer of Happiness won the match. Oh the cruelty of it all! The Cruelty! I feel so emo now. Please let me go drown in my misery in that nice, solitary corner over there. ::points::
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So, Snowy and Amon convinced me that I should get a journal of my own and here I am. Right now, I don't have much to write; this is basically just to see how this is going to look when it's all said and done. Sound good? Great.
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