will you marry me?

so imma. sneaky little thing. she got back from overseas yesterday. didn't tell me. didn't ring. but i had a feeling she'd pull something like this. this morning felt a bit different which can be attributed to yesterday's drinking, but is more eery thinking it was because i felt imma's presence...

went for a gorgeous dinner at mecca bah at docklands. great bottle of wine and great food. it was so good to hear imma's voice again. i didn't want to say anything or interrupt her. i just sat there and listened. she was telling us about how her good friend loved hearing her stories and i realised how much i had missed it.

"oh my god you cannot believe...you'll fucking die..."

ahh its good to have her home.

we came home and hit the computer to look up houses and apartments. we fought over which rental accomodation site to use.

me: we should use domain.com because it looks better... look its got green and nice font, none of that red ugly shit on realestate.com. its like why i don't shop at safeway...too much green and red.
imma: no. we should use realestate.com. its better. you can't find shit on domain.com.

i then gave her the ring i bought for her in canada. the special one that was so unique i had to buy it...

will you marry me imma?
(and by marry i mean sign a lease agreement, move in with me, never have sex with me, but maybe let me see your naughty bits)