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I have a story.
A LOVE STORY.
About 10 years ago, my lovely pal @Michlan was doing a Twitter advent calendar where she would invite her chums to open the doors and there would be some weird picture or other she drew. Someone called @Pochyemu opened it.
A LOVE STORY.
About 10 years ago, my lovely pal @Michlan was doing a Twitter advent calendar where she would invite her chums to open the doors and there would be some weird picture or other she drew. Someone called @Pochyemu opened it.
I also wanted to open it, but I was TOO LATE.
Which is obviously really fucking annoying, but meant I ended up having An Exchange with @Pochyemu about what was behind the door (it was a picture of a dead robin. Because sure why the fuck not?)
And... hilarity ensued?
A couple of weeks passed, I made some lame joke to @neilhimself, and that brought her out of the woodwork again.
Only the second time I had ever interacted with her and suddenly, just because I’ve read a popular book by a popular author, now I have to marry her? Because she demanded it and now I just have to do it? Like I’m just so suggestible? WHAT KIND OF NONSENSE IS THIS?
Oh.
We met, we became friends, it turns out she was the best human being I ever met, and today I got to marry her because even in this god-awful year, I’m the luckiest fucker I know.
