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Just last year I wanted to be one of those girls who was marrying one of those guys in one of those temples. I tripped over my own feet and landed in front of an attractive prince and got married in what some people call a castle. 

...disregard the oversimplication

I got lucky.
{luck, faith, whatever...}

Now, I want to be one of those people who are settled. If you have a house, you are on a pedestal. I might as well start shining your shoes. Even if you just have a cute, charming apartment where you plan on living and growing, I want to be you.

Cheers for unsurety and apartments.com

I have nothing to stress about. Life is great and I'm luckier than 99% of the world's population {and why don't we just round up}. Happiness is your decision, I got it. I KNOW I AM LUCKY. And I am happy. I still fall in love every day, it's great. But I still let anxiety creep into my life. I hate being decisive. Hate it. {what I really mean is that I hate that I am indecisive} I planned our vacation and went back and forth, back and forth, FINALLY choosing. Mr Smith had to be the one to hit "submit." 

What is wrong with me?

{perfection}
who what when where why
better.best.whatif.

yup. that's it.
Afraid of commitment much?
having expectations that I don't want to have.

In the words of Mr Smith: "People create their own drama."
Here is something perfect to calm you down:


Moving on. I just went into the kitchen to see if the rice was done because I wasn't hearing the timer "any more." I went in and pulled up the lid and was like "what! why isn't this cooked"? I've been waiting on the steamer for 30 minutes but didn't even plug it in.
NEW thing = soaked rice
Mr Smith: "What was it that happened last time? 
- oh - you forgot to put water in it."

Me:          -_-
Mr Smith:  =)

I'm brilliant people!

dinner (once I get the rice steamed)


oh and here is how the cinnamon rolls turned out (buy them from the store):


making these was the biggest pain the butt, and I couldn't even taste the pudding. I wish I had made the pudding be the icing. That looks like pudding, but it isn't.

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