(Note to everybody who isn't Hiro: I did not cut most of this because nothing is more fun than probably making an ass of myself in public. That's what Valentine's Day is for. Plus, this is my journal so I can totally do this to you if I want. Deal ( Read more... )

Everything that could go wrong last week did (the short summary: I broke the showerhead on Monday; I tried to make candy and wound up burning the almond bark and had to get more; I ran all over God's green acre and have no money and then on top of that I did not get my paycheck on Friday and so I couldn't get my car out of the shop because without ( Read more... )

zyphryus asked me if the perfection was what made me cry (twice in one day, which is a red-letter occasion given that I can't even remember the last time I cried once in a day), and I think she hit the nail on the head ( Read more... )

I wasn't making it up. My God. I wasn't making it up. I was right. I was right.

And now I'm sitting here crying because it is too, too perfect, and it is exactly like I dreamed it would be when I was fourteen.