I’m in a relationship. It’s on Facebook now, so that means it’s official.
Seth is super cool, and I’m not just saying that because he’s reading the site now. We met on a certain dating website that is full of kooky crazypants, with one or two relatively normal humans thrown in. I’m somewhere in the middle of the normal-kookycrazypants spectrum, and so is he, so we hit it off pretty well. He’s my partner in karaoke crime, my anime advisor, my fellow gas station energy shot connoisseur, and many other things besides. Plus, tormenting my cats is so much more fun now that he’s helping, and once upon a time he let me know that I’ve been saying Neil Gaiman’s name wrong for YEARS. If you’d like to know one of the many dozens of reasons I think he’s the bees knees, feel free to read the comments below the last post. Warning: you may barf from the unbearable new coupleness of it all.
I, however, am only on the verge of barfing because I am so full of good life things that I hardly know where to fit them all. If the rest of the year looks anything like the beginning has so far, I’m in for a really terrific time.
In other news, I’m almost certainly at the back of the pack on the weight loss challenge after a week that included a cold, no visits to the gym, and tons of food including one night where I ate dinner twice. I’ll weigh in after weighing in tomorrow.