from farseers to the fort
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
miraba!
You are so amazing and kickass and smart, most of the time I feel completely inadequate talking to you or just, you know, existing in the same universe. Yet somehow, despite it all, you seem not entirely averse to my presence. I consider it a small miracle by now.
Keep rocking the hell on (in the most delightfully perverse way imaginable, hurhur) and I shall continue riding on your devastatingly fashionable PVC coattails. ONE DAY WE SHALL MEET AND CONSUMMATE OUR KINKY JEW LOVE. It is written in the Torah stars.
YOUR PRESENT. I wanted to post this at 00:01 today, actually, but fell asleep in front of the monitor mid-story. DDD8 FAIL. It went through quite a few drafts (one of them broaching 1000 words-I will never know when to stop, augh). Remind me to show you those aborted stories someday. Maybe you'll even like them!
TL;DR, Happy freaking birthday, doc. \o/
PHENOMENOLOGY.