mr. darcy

i love mr. darcy ...

yummy yummy yummy for my tummy tummy tummy!

can i say this even though i have a husband whom i also love? why is it that we americans have only one word for "love" when in other languages, there are many other variations of it? eros. phileo. agape.

anywho, is anyone else slightly obsessed with the BBC version of "pride and prejudice"? oh man - i just love it. mr. darcy (played by colin firth), has such an aura of pomp and intensity that i just melt when he looks at elizabeth bennett as she is playing the piano forte.

today has been a good day. this month has been a good month (all 7 days thus far). i am sometimes in awe over the deep-rooted joy that is in me. when i sigh, i feel as though i expel a breath of joy. and it trips me out - let me tell ya! my life hasn't been all that easy as of late; it's been filled with insecurity, depression, financial woes, health issues, familial problems, a bipolar/addicitive/recovering alki hubby ------- and yet, i'm happy. isn't that odd? shouldn't i just want to say f**k it all and be through? but i don't. i am still happy. maybe i have some form of ecstasy/prozac/beer floating through the vents in my house to keep me on such an even keel. i don't get it. i guess i'm not supposed to get it though ... i should just take this gift for what it is: a gift.