The ties that bind

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Alright, so about me being engaged.

It’s fairly ridiculous, really. I mean, I’m so NOT READY to be married. A wife? Oh, my good God. What the hell was Fiance thinking?? Or, maybe I’m just not ready to see myself as married. I guess I still think of myself as a kid. I went from home to university. I’ve never really lived in the real world. University is a step TOWARDS the real world, but if you’re getting OSAP, (aka incurring a monstrous debt that you don’t have a prayer of paying off) you’re still not quite there yet.

My mother thinks that I’m too young, of course. She was 20 when she was married. 8 months ago, I would have used that as leverage in my favour. Now she uses it against me. “See? I was 20 when I got married, and LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!”

Sigh.

I’m SUCH a mamma’s girl.  I can’t even dye my hair without asking her what she thinks of the colour. I’m truly pathetic. She likes Fiance of course, but she doesn’t see him as a good match for me. I wonder if it’s the whole, no-one-is-good-enough-for-my-daughter thing, or if it’s actually true. I mean, I have to face the fact that Fiance and are are REALLY different. But isn’t different a good thing? Opposites attract, and all that jazz? Plus, I mean, come on… He’s got that pesky Y chromosome that just throws everything out of whack. Of course, on the other hand, I’ve got the 21-28 day cycle that sends me to the nut shack, so who’s worse? Anyhow, my mother sees him as ‘too quiet for me’. That is, I’m a social freak, and he’s the poster-boy for introversion. I always thought it mellowed me out, and perked him up. Sigh.

Anyhow, the ring is really nice…

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About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, Snap.com commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets, TheOnion.com, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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