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How time flies 
11th-Oct-2011 04:09 pm
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Sixteen years ago tomorrow, spiritualmonkey and I met at the hotel bar at the 1995 Tattoo Tour convention in Seattle, among a whole crowd of our other rec.arts.bodyart friends. That was Thursday night. Sunday afternoon I flew home to break up with the boyfriend I was living with and embark on a long-distance relationship with the monkey.

Most spontaneous, reckless, unplanned thing I've ever done, before or since. But at the time it felt like a golden hammer coming out of the sky to hit me on the head as a huge voice intoned SOMETHING IMPORTANT IS HAPPENING. PAY ATTENTION.

For all that we're 99% wrong for each other, I would hate to have to try to get by without my teammate.
Comments 
11th-Oct-2011 11:34 pm (UTC)
Wow, what a story!
12th-Oct-2011 02:03 am (UTC)
Squee squee squee squee squeeeeeee!
12th-Oct-2011 04:18 am (UTC)
YAY YAY YAY!

<3
12th-Oct-2011 06:30 am (UTC)
Brilliant story, and how right your intuitions were
12th-Oct-2011 04:28 pm (UTC)
You guys rock.
13th-Oct-2011 07:32 pm (UTC)
happy sweet 16!
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