“I want to come!”

“…wait, which kind…?”

“Yes!”

*smile*

Ahhh, hahaha. I love it.

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Ventures East were very successful. Wedding bizniz (not mine) was eventful, and if I might be so self rightous to say, we were the best looking couple there. This is including everyone, yes… everyone.

In my defense the bouquet came flying at my face, my another option aside from catching it was to risk bodily harm/facial maming had the flowers twined with twigs come into contact with my perfect skin and dashing good looks. A risk I’m willing to take? I think not. So I saved the day for my face and caught the damn thing.
It was admirable watching him snatch the garter from mid air. I’ll ignore the fact that it was thrown in his ‘general direction’ since it was made known we arrived together. His excuse of not wanting anyone else writhing their hands up my leg is also cute, so I’ll let the whole situation fly. I was being a sappy girl, he was being a tough manly man. I’ve returned with both medals of wedding glory or cursings. The end.

Screwdrivers. I’ve discovered the magical elixer apparently. Anything with an alcohol content over 4% works for me 🙂 /:(

“Guess what?!” – “What?” – “I love you!” and then the dreaded onset of a mild panic attack thinking “oh-god-what-did-I-just-say-I-know-I-mean-it-but-what-if-its-the-end-all-freak-out-and-I-just-fucked-everything-up…-” It’s impressive the quickness with which such thought flows through your head in only moments when its instantanously inerupted by “I love you too.”

Moments when you realise you’re at your happiest are moments as such. Driving to someones random wedding looking better than most people you know will be there, with someone so amazing by your side blasting, drum and bass and acting like complete fools. I found myself slightly removed taking it all in for a brief moment. Being stuck in traffic sucks, but its a lot better with you. I sleep better next to you too.