Happy anniversary, me.
Today is mine and mike's technical anniversary, although we're having our celebratory one on Sunday. Maybe we'll pop open a bottle of.... soda and toast to our triumph. We're measuring said annivesary counting from our first date (it would be too difficult to measure from anywhere else). It was a good first date. I haven't had many dates, if any, other than that, but if I had, I still imagine it would be up there with the best. I think he had me when he made me an origami t-shirt with a dollar bill. I spent that dollar bill, but I avoided it for like a week. I liked how... tiny and fine his thought processes seemed to be. Soft, simplified, logical, playful, confident, concrete, secure. Sometimes, when he talks, somewhere in my subconscious, I can see him softly, adeptly handling tiny, tiny objects. He'll probably think I'm really weird when or if he reads this. He'll want me to explain myself, and I won't do an adequate job of justifying these interpretations, and he will laugh and give me this sidelong glance like I'm batshit loopy, then comfort me and pat me on the back and suggest we get up and go play video games, or something. And then I'll laugh, because he's so... practical. But I don't say so, because he doesn't seem to like it when I find his personality funny. But I like it a lot.
anyway, yeah, it's our anniversary. listen to me being all flowery and stuff.
anyway, yeah, it's our anniversary. listen to me being all flowery and stuff.