one year later

bear and i refer to january 26th through february 13th 2011 as "the dark times". it was the worst two weeks of our lives. we've tried to block all memory of it through a systematic regimen of anti-depressants and gin, and video games and "little mans" respectively, but i have a feeling we will NEVER forget.

during said dark times we were exiled to momca's basement, living on grape fanta and crispy minis, waiting and slowly dying. and then more waiting. it was also a CONSTANT blizzard for two weeks, i was subjected to government medical testing, and my spinal chord was bent into the shape of a throbbing red question mark from sleeping on momca's hundred year old guest bed. it was bad.

now it's a year later and bear and i are counting down to our first anniversary, or "one years old" as i like to call it. neither of us ever thought we'd be married because we're both ridiculous, but somehow the universe brought us together to sicken the world with our fat love.

no refunds.

we had to give up a lot (everything) to be together, and we've both been working hard to get where we need/want to be. i know we've come a long way since those dark days in momca's basement, but we still have several more basements, literally and metaphorically, to scrape our way out of before we can finally dance through an enchanted forest with tiny cartoon hearts following us and blue birds tying ribbons in my hair. that's what i imagine paid-off debt and financial independence to feel like... plus glitter unicorns.

NEVER GET INTO DEBT. IT WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE. BUY NOTHING. FUCK COLLEGE - YOU WILL STILL END UP MAKING $7.25 AN HOUR WHEN YOU ARE 31 YEARS OLD AND IT WILL BE THE WORST.

anywho... here's hoping that january 26th through february 13th 2013 will take place in or around that enchanted forest. where everything is made of candy. and sparkles. and gary oldman is our neighbour.

the owl is gary oldman.

it could happen.

love so pauvre