There've just been too many funny things said lately, some as they are, others hilarious when taken out of context.

My mind has been pretty dirty lately.

Today's C's birthday. I made cupcakes (which I was rather disappointed in... I think I need a new chocolate cake recipe or something...) and surprised him with them at the polyamory support group. I have more for him, but that'll be for Wednesday, when I'm spending a night at his house.

I got to hang out with lots of cool people today. John and I had dinner with M and her bf before the support group, and Paul stopped over here for a bit afterwards. Cool people make me happy.

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Tim McGraw's Live Like You Were Dying came on the radio today (which is odd, because very little country gets played around here), and I sat and listened to it, and it prompted me to think of what I'd do differently if I thought I was going to die soon or something.

Realistically, I might just sit and cry for weeks/months, but beyond that... what would I *want* to do differently?

I couldn't think of a heck of a lot. Tell a few people that I care about them more openly. With those I do tell how I feel about them, I might say it even more than I do. Spend less time at the computer, worry less about cleaning. Insist on actually making a trip to MA, instead of always thinking about it but never doing it. Come out to a few people about poly and BDSM.

Okay, thinking about dying isn't very happy-making, so I'll stop. My point was that there's really not much I'd want to change about my life right now. It's amazingly incredible already.

And when I say "amazingly incredible", I mean, if this isn't the happiest I've been in my "adult" life (whenever one would say that started), it's pretty damn close.