Still Celebrating. . .

I don't like to post about boys on my blog, boys I am interested in, that is. For a few reasons, I think it is weird cheesy/stupid when others do. I would think it was weird if I was dating someone and they were expressing their love on the internet, puts a weird pressure on the relationship. And when things end, I don't want these lingering reminders about how crazy I am.

But today, in a small way, I break that rule, only because I don't think many people read my blog much anymore, and two- I'm in the mood to brag, I have these pictures and a cute story and nothing to do with them.
So, there you go.

I was dating a man, a ruggedly handsome man who could grow a Freddie Mercury-esk mustache.
We were kinda doing a long distance thing, so when my Birthday rolled around my door was bombarded packages. It really was the greatest thing in the world, to receive so much fun mail.

To be surprised by another package almost every day, watch the jealous rage in my roommates eyes, sitting down at the kitchen table and forgetting all your worries for the day as you cut it open to see whats inside.

The best.

And no, things didn't work out with the two of us, and it is way fun to work at getting over someone while the packages are still pouring in. But, it really was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me, it made my millennium.
And I'm loving the picture of me with all my packages. . too much, it is too much!