5:56 p.m. - 2006-02-23
It's not working.
It's so funny...when it comes to ranting, bitching, and making fun of random shit, I can think of witty things to say. But when it's something happy...it's difficult. It's difficult to know how much to say and how much to leave out.
Have I been cryptic enough?
Let us just call it something I hoped for but didn't expect to be real; call it something I wanted but never thought I would have; something I thought but didn't know I could say.
And let's just say that you know you're a dork when you are wrapped in each other's arms and talking about exactly what the blog entry will contain.
I don't have all the words to say how I feel right now, and even if I did, this is not the place to say them. Just know that someone has made me feel happy.
I should stop with this, before ya'll start thinking I've gone all sappy or something.
In other happy news, I have a second interview tomorrow for a job that might not suck donkey ass...
I can only hope this means that, for the moment, the Universe is done taking a dump on my head. Or, if it's not done, that at least next time I get a little warning so that I can locate the saran wrap, or an umbrella, or a poncho, or even just some Imodium.