sethrak

Finally, after a couple months sans computer, I'm back.

::does a joyous dance, involving much skipping about and rowdy cries of joy::

No, I didn't fall into the Bog of Eternal Stench or anything.

Our computer died. It wasn't pining for the cybernetic fjords. It wasn't asleep. Nobody had nailed it to it's perch. It wouldn't even boot to DOS. It was frigging dead. Ceased to be. An ex-computer.

Replacing it took a while because my Dad had lost his job some time before the sad death of our old machine. But he's got a new one now, with fulltime hours, and health benefits, although the ones he gets as Mom's spouse are better, so he's not signing up for them. Still, nice to know he can get them if Mom should lose her job for some reason.

He brought this nice shiny new one home today, while I was at work. It's an eMachine. Nothing fancy. Runs Win ME. Can reach the Net, do word processing for my sibs' homework, and theoretically can run the games we'd had for the Win 95 computer.

Now, for a much-delayed promise to be redeemed.

Yes, as already noted in a certain ne'er-do-well's lj, I'm in love.

With a scruffy airman.

A self-described 'independant with conservative leanings'. (which to me means 'Republican in denial'... but that'd get me tickled mercilessly, so I'll hush.)

A sammich-loving deviant.

A friggin Ayeka-ite, for the love of Tsunami. I'm so glad I've never been active in RFFC, they'd likely send out the Assasins' Guild after me on this one.

A man who's been my dearest friend over two years. Despite the fact he tells me he wishes to eat manatee meat. My tree-hugging soul is just a little aghast over that one still. ^_^

A man who makes me giggle hysterically as he plots to conquer the world with guinea pigs, and at the same time occasionally makes me question his sanity. "Everybody's tried conquering with monkeys. It's been done. It's dead. Hamsters are too small, well, gerbils.... just suck. Guinea pigs are the answer!!!!"

The man who dropped everything to come help me in my time of need, even though he was convinced he'd just come home more depressed than ever, because he wasn't planning on us becoming a couple. A man that dedicated. That loving. That just plain wonderful.

Yes, folks at home, I am referring to none other than the man popularly known as Davner nos Mollidon.

::climbs up onto the nearest rooftop and shouts:: I love you Thomas J. Doscher.

::deep kiss:: Sorry I couldn't post this sooner, anata. You mean a lot to me, and you deserved open acknowledgement of this a long time ago.