Well, I did it. Pass out the balloons, and the confetti. Play happy jig music. Laugh, applaud. Cry. Whatever.
I feel sort of guilty to have this great moment, when there's all sorts of bad shit going on in the world. But I guess you take em when it's offered.
Me and my girlfriend (my girlfriend and I), we hit the One Year Pole today.
Could someone remind me when I got so fucking lucky? Really.