Six months as of tomorrow

I don't think I should be scared. No, I'm not. But it's amazing how long I can hold onto him. Six months of being happy, it's not the first, but it's the best one yet, so I'm really happy. I've only drawn a drawing for him, he's going to think it's because he told me to. It was in my mindset before he told me, I swear. Also, I don't think a drawing is enough. Sure, it comes from the heart and all. And the best presents aren't store bought. But I didn't spend anything on this, so now I feel like a tight-arse.
In other news, I founds the third book of the Midnighter's series, so I'm over the moon and back again. It's probably the most suburb series ever. I don't care what people are saying about Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings or Twilight - they're not my type of fantasy. Go the supernatural fantasy!

Okay, end rant.

Shake, shake. Shake, shake a-shake it