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Aug. 31st, 2007 01:07 pmTen years. Wow. Decade.
Ten. Freakin'. Years.
I'm an idiot, but I'll deal. Somehow.
Ten years would be the amount of time I've known Ryan, the on/off again boyfriend. It's very easy to keep track of this, considering it happens to coincide with Princess Diana's death. Maybe if I'm feeling stupidly girly and overly share-tastic, I'll, y'know, share more this weekend. Or not. Parts of it make me look like an idiot. Particularly the ten years bit.
So while this day sucks massively for some people, it has this odd mix of memories for me. Go figure.
Ten. Freakin'. Years.
I'm an idiot, but I'll deal. Somehow.
Ten years would be the amount of time I've known Ryan, the on/off again boyfriend. It's very easy to keep track of this, considering it happens to coincide with Princess Diana's death. Maybe if I'm feeling stupidly girly and overly share-tastic, I'll, y'know, share more this weekend. Or not. Parts of it make me look like an idiot. Particularly the ten years bit.
So while this day sucks massively for some people, it has this odd mix of memories for me. Go figure.