we have buried the putrid corpse of liberty - Mussolini.

I'm not that girl that has been dreaming of her wedding since she was 5. In fact, I never played 'wedding' when I was a girl, I played house.

Because I like the idea that I could hang out with someone until I dropped dead.

I like the idea that when I do drop dead, I won't die one of those sad New York deaths where no one notices I'm dead until there is a stench coming from my 3rd floor walk up.

I like the idea that someone would want to spend all their time with me, because they wanted to.

I like the idea that because someone wants to spend all their time with me, I can talk them into all the zoo-y things that I could not talk anyone else into. Because hey, they're legally obligated to spend time with me. And support me as I drop kick a gypsy. Or announce our engagement with a Mussolini quote or a fun fact that I didn't shower that morning.

All that to say, Adam proposed. And I get to spend the rest of my life with the most unintentionally funny person I know.

They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects - Pride & Prejudice, Jane Austen.