a missed anniversary

What was I doing on May 4th? Obviously, it must have been important, because I completely forgot the THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of this blog. I’ve come a long way, baby … 564 entries, 1814 comments, and a hell of a lot of life happened in there. This journal has had a lot of different locations and incarnations, but I’m still writing. And whatever the quality of that writing may have been, I think that’s worth something.

Here’s what I was doing just over three years ago, and here’s a picture of the evening’s festivities. Next, here’s what I was thinking two years ago … sad to be losing one of my best friends, who just happens to be in town to drink with me tonight. Finally, here’s what was going on last year at about this time, also mentioning the elusive Nate. (What a coincidence.)

So, in the interest of consistency, here is what’s going on right now.

I am sitting in the apartment of the guy I love more than is probably healthy. The apartment that will soon be my apartment both in theory and in practice. The apartment that will house not only the two of us but also two ridiculously cute cats, two (Yes! Count them! Two!) computers, and a startlingly bipolar collection of music, film, and books. Spring has always been a time of rebirth and reinvention for me, and since I’ve already taken care of the annual blonding ritual, this was obviously next. ;) Crave is out winning money at poker, and I am on my way out the door to hang out with one of my favorite old friends. Despite being broke as a joke (as usual,) life is pretty fucking good. Also, not only is it the three-year-mark for my journal, but I have two other anniversaries to celebrate. Today marks NINE WEEKS since I last had a cigarette. And even better than that, yesterday was my 100-day-mark with Crave. 100 days ago we met, and we haven’t spent a day apart since. Some shitty shit has happened this week, but some really incredible stuff has happened too, and I am happy here in the middle.

Happy anniversary to me.