It's worth noting that I'm supremely lucky right now. Yes, I am broke, living paycheck to paycheck, but it's hard to think of the bad things when I'm with someone who appears to have an incredible understanding of what makes me tick.
For your consideration:
--Summer of '06: She is trying to study for midterms at my place but I'm a distraction. Solution is to bring over the never-assembled Lego AT-ST and unleash me upon it. It buys her three much-needed days of cramming before her test.
--My birthday '06: Again, she has a test to study for and gets me Final Fantasy XII, which becomes informally known as my mistress. (I finally beat it the other day!)
--Christmas '06: I have no sense of smell. Comes from working in a stinky environment for four years. She gifts to me a thingy of Giorgio cologne and sort of inhales me when I wear it.
--Anniversary '07: She gets me a PS2 controller that is Saints-emblazoned. SAINTS, baby.
--Valentine's Day '07: We're going to a Meat Loaf concert on the 23rd. I lack the words to describe how it feels to be so well understood. It's wonderful, and a little scary. Am I that transparent?