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Well, if you had asked me two years ago, what i thought i'd be doing, and who i thought i'd be dating, i'd honestly have to say i would have said exactly this, on about a 50/50 order of probability. At the time, i wasn't sure how a relationship with a close friend would go (as i'd only , with one exception, previously had relationships with people i barely knew and generally didn't like.) but i was hoping it would go well, or at the very least, end well. i was pretty afraid that i would end up being someone other than Sierra thought i was. Today, i look back, and i am so grateful that, even if we weren't the people we thought we were going out with; the people we thought we wanted to be with, we have found that we are people that we deeply love. i wouldn't trade the last two years of my life to have been with anyone else, and here's to the same sentiment two hundred years from now.
Courtesy.
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Sierra and my two year anniversary today.
On another note, it is a decidedly unusual feeling to have an object which one is regarding with the utmost malice obligingly radiate a strange sense of deja vu, immediately preceding its total surrender to a rush of flame. i was talking on the phone tonight about our respective roles in the future end of civilization as we know it, when she went off to sleep. i hoped to do the same, only to find that just as i was drifting off, a lincoln town car, or some other such insipid ghetto-sedan from Oak Park had commandeered my street to cruise down, in all its bass-blasting, rhyme-laying glory. Having given it the most disparaging look i could summon up (it being the object of all my insomniac frustrations), it aquiesced to my worst of intentions by growing a gout of flame from under its hood, in the vicinity of the catalytic converter, much to the immediate chagrin of its five adolescent passengers, who immediately converted from the toughest of thugs to the most wide-eyed of pyrophobes, and began making noises that made me wish i'd settled for the gangsta rap. A neighbor soon arrived on the scene, fortunately, followed by a fire truck. i can only hope that soon these strange, combustible people will become someone else's problem so i can sleep.
Courtesy.
