I've always thought of myself as the kind of person that interesting or amusing things don't really happen to. My life has been mediocre and average in most respects. I grew up in a country town, went to a country school, was hopelessly misunderstood and picked on. I dropped out of TAFE, I had a few mediocre relationships with mediocre people, I had some pretty damn mediocre jobs. The notable exception is my engagement to a fucking fantastic guy - that is, Aidan. Most of my anecdotes either centre around Aidan, or are only amusing to Australia Post staff. For instance: "Today I spoke to a guy who expected his mail redirection to work!"

This entry hasn't got a point, nor has it got a resolution. It's just rambles and incoherent thoughts. Never mind.

I sent Brad an SMS this morning: "Did mum tell you Aidan and I are engaged?" He called me not long after, the first I've heard from him since before the engagement. Mum had told him, but he hadn't called. Somewhat typical. I think he's a bit weirded out: "You're younger than me!" like he was meant to be first or something. But he did congratulate me. I have a bit of an odd relationship with my brother. I don't know him very well, and rarely have anything to say to him. I suppose it works both ways.

Again, no point. Mutterings.