The night we met

0ct 2001. I was 21 and he was 28. My life completely changed in one night...I will be 28 this June. I remember thinking "what if we were together for that long"? "What will my life me like when I am 28"? It seemed so far away, impossible to really imagine. Now we are here. Here seems really good right now.

I found an old babyfight post. Garth's recap on the night we met. I am the sad girl he is talking about in the last paragraph.

October 1, 2001, 2001 - The Hills Are Assholes

– Interesting weekend. You?

Went and helped my brother move. When I moved into my apartment, the only person moving anything was me. I even helped my roommate move. When my bro moved on Saturday he had approximately seventy million people helping him. I thought we were going to build a fucking pyramid. His new house is cool, in spite of being yellow. I got to hang with my youngest brother and my little sister, which was nice too. I just want to know how Chris scores the population of Iowa City to help and I get yrs. truly. feh. Maybe it's relative furniture sizes. My large furniture consists of my bed, which is easy to take apart, my desk, which is going in the goddam trash when I move out of the Crapartment, and my glass table, which is very interesting to move by oneself, let me tell you. The top is in the neighborhood of one thousand pounds of glass, and I looked really funny (I'm supposing) staggering around with it while moving. fooey.

Chris just wrote, he said "RIDE THAT ASS, BRUCE! MAKE HIM YOUR NAUGHTY PONY!". I can't make sense of it, but maybe someone else can. Send him a love note (of course, he's the only one who ever reads this site, so I'm not really causing him any trouble, am I Chris?) at this address.

Okay, Seanbaby finally made a small update. Apparently, since he rocks so hard, he rocked the face off of his computer, and was unable to update for a while. It's nothing great, like Something Awful has been lately, but it's better than no Seanbaby at all.

On an interesting note, I met a woman last night who was the coolest, saddest person. I like sad people, I dunno. She was very pretty, but also worried about things, stuff was weighing heavily on her brain. Maybe she was just sad cuz she was talking to me. That's been known to happen. Her friend had a quite impressive top on. tooooop...uhhhhhh. All right, the use of "" tags basically gives me a "Get out of sex free, for the rest of your life" card. God damn it, I spend too much time with computers.

Check out Joe over there. He's got Jimmy No-Neck creeping hard on him.

Why is it that missed opportunities hurt so much? Feh!

Its October now.