Or seven odd years ago. One of my housemates, The Spatula, informed me that she always thought Artboy was a stepping stone boyfriend. She said she was pretty sure that it wasn't going to be forever and ever. I guess she was right.
Tomorrow I head west into the mountains for dinner with friends in their lovely house with their lovely baby and their lovely love. I hope I don't choke on it. I'm looking forward to busting out of these concrete canyons and into the skyline. It feels like forever since I've seen the horizon.
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People should read this.
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