TODAY WE ARE TWO
I've been a member of this fractious family for two years now. Two years of my life spent reading, learning, writing, contributing, laughing, crying, getting pissed, getting happy.
I've been to a nodermeet. I've hosted one. I've swapped comic books and mixes. I've bought the t-shirt, been frequently blessed and never cursed (though I have been borged from time to time). I've met noders, hugged noders, kissed noders, fed them, smoked them out and put them to sleep.
What's left?
Last year at this time, I daylogged a question: Am I writer? I guess the only thing left to do now is answer that question.
Fuck yeah, I'm a writer.
Better yet, I'm a noder.
Life is good. Thanks nate and dem_bones and everyone for making this place the coolest corner in the dim, smoky, freaky coffee shop that is the Internet.
I KISS YOU ALL FREELY AND WITHOUT SHAME. And then I go poop.