I realize you're accustomed to reading about my empty, boring life for your entertainment purposes. I have whined and bitched and moaned about many things here over the past years for much merriment, both yours and mine; boys, friends, boyfriends--little was uncommented on. But I regret to inform you that my life has suddenly taken a turn for the better. My cold, black heart seems to have thawed and I can actually say that I am happy. In fact, as much as I'm trying to remain merely cautiously optimistic, I'm afraid I veer into violently happy territory at times.

However, never fear! There will be a return to our regularly scheduled angst as soon as I find out that he enjoys drowning kittens or something equally horrifying. Which will be soon, I'm sure. After all, he doesn't even like Futurama. I mean, that's just one step away from making puppy omelettes.

Cheers,