Damn you, internet

Since I've wasted two hours already, I might as well post pictures and be done with it.




This is me with curly hair. French stylists are so convincing. "You speak French, no? Well, at least you have zee French manicure. Let's curl your hair!"



I went to The Cloisters two week-ends ago. It was lovely, but we only spent an hour there since we came late. At night people hang out at the parking lot to blast music and who knows what else.




This is my lovely VFT, all grown up. I had to cut that flower off because it saps the plant's energy. Soon I'll be feeding it tiny crickets. I'll post pictures then, too.

Disclaimer

I knew I shouldn't have posted that sappy, sickeningly sweet anecdote (see previous post). Actually, it's more about a compromise of religious beliefs than marriage. See, even though I'm a regular doubting Thomas, at the end of the day, I still think all the good things that happen in my life are because of God. He was raised completely differently.

Anyhow, my reaction to any mention of marriage is "Yaaaakkkkk!," or "Eeeewwww," which just goes to show how mature and ready I am about this.

So, no, I am not engaged nor will I be in the near future. But if you insist on sending congratulatory presents, I will find it in my heart to accept these gifts. If you like, I will post a wish list.