It's that time of year again - 9/21/2001

9 years.

It hasn't even seemed like it's been half that long. I know, supposedly time flies when you're having fun, so I guess we've both been enjoying ourselves for nearly a decade.

Seemed an impossibility all those years ago, didn't it.

I mean 9 loooooong years.

That's a third of my life.

You've stuck with me through a goddamned rollercoaster. I have been at rock bottom, and soaring with eagles.... yet you stayed by my side no matter how many times I flipflopped between the two.

You stuck with when I became us.

We grew from such..... children..... to completing each other's sentences and thoughts. Half the time we don't even need words to communicate and coordinate (or at least full sentences). We're not only a couple..... but a team.

Bitch, Asshole, Cheese Head and Snot Bucket are now terms of endearment, no matter how many times we unnerve our friends by calling each other that. And considering one is now destined to write a musical about us that will become the Rockabilly Rocky Horror after the dream he had last night...... I....

I am just really not sure what to think about that.

We've had our differences, and our upsets, but none irreconcilable. Just a tiff. Just a spat.

We've never gone to bed angry.

Just..... wow..... 9 years.

(ok, I fudged the date a bit, this was written on the 21st, but OD was being a miser and wouldn't let me post it)