Five freakin' years

So, there is this boy, I usually just refer to him as "husband" (real world and online, most people have no clue as to what his name is, because he's just "husband".) and he some how convinced me that a life with him would be better than a life without. Me, being young and naive... or something, decided to take the bet and we decided to go about the traditional route and get married... after knowing each other for 3 months... in vegas... and not tell anyone. Good times. So, here it is, five years later and we're still living in Utahrd, still working on our education (a lot of people go to college for seven years), and still not stabbing each other. That last part is important, because it's a shock to pretty much everyone who knows us both that I haven't gone BSC and stabbed him. Yeah, we all know who's the crazy one in the relationship, but for some twisted reason, he can stand my special brand of crazy.

This is kinda neat, especially since pretty much everyone who heard about our marriage in the first few months told us that we'd be divorced in a year. Suck on that. Not only are we not divorced, but we're not even close to stabbing each other with sharp knives or "accidentally" leaving a death trap out for the other person to fall onto. Which is pretty impressive seeing how I'm not known for my tolerance of humans in my space. I really am a cyborg, heartless and cold, but for some reason, Husband fits in with me and my special brand of crazy.

So Happy Anniversary husband and may we have many more to come.... So don't piss me off. :) Love you!