Whimsical Gestures of a Hopeless Romantic
This Post is Rated X
06/01/08 12:01 AM Filed in: Music
And by Rated X, I mean "X" - as the Roman numeral 10.
10 years ago today, my life began to have meaning. It was 10 years ago, June 1st, that I went on my first date with Chris. We have been inseparable since, and I love him more with each passing day.
Even though 10 years is a gigantic milestone, we agreed for various reasons not to buy gifts. (Although, somehow, between the two of us, we managed to get a Wii and a copy of Super Mario Galaxy, but that was allegedly not anniversary-related so it doesn't count.
No matter, because I didn't buy my gift, I made it. And this gift is more valuable than anything I could've bought (certainly more than I could've afforded thanks to the Jeep cracking a cylinder). It features me doing something I H-A-T-E to do publicly... sing. I despise my singing voice for reasons that will be evident below. But I've wanted to do a rendition of this song for a while because it conveys how I feel, and I know that it connects to both of us. So, take it away, me:
There you have it.
I don't let my personal life blur onto the blog too often, because I'd rather eschew the naval-gazing for quality content. However, if it weren't for Chris, I wouldn't have a reason to blog, or do much else for that matter.
So enjoy this Halley's Comet of heartfelt sincerity among my inky-black space of snark.
And Chris, I love you.
-M
10 years ago today, my life began to have meaning. It was 10 years ago, June 1st, that I went on my first date with Chris. We have been inseparable since, and I love him more with each passing day.
Even though 10 years is a gigantic milestone, we agreed for various reasons not to buy gifts. (Although, somehow, between the two of us, we managed to get a Wii and a copy of Super Mario Galaxy, but that was allegedly not anniversary-related so it doesn't count.
No matter, because I didn't buy my gift, I made it. And this gift is more valuable than anything I could've bought (certainly more than I could've afforded thanks to the Jeep cracking a cylinder). It features me doing something I H-A-T-E to do publicly... sing. I despise my singing voice for reasons that will be evident below. But I've wanted to do a rendition of this song for a while because it conveys how I feel, and I know that it connects to both of us. So, take it away, me:
There you have it.
I don't let my personal life blur onto the blog too often, because I'd rather eschew the naval-gazing for quality content. However, if it weren't for Chris, I wouldn't have a reason to blog, or do much else for that matter.
So enjoy this Halley's Comet of heartfelt sincerity among my inky-black space of snark.
And Chris, I love you.
-M
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