MOOP!

30 January 2004:

Me: Poor RTC/PDJ/Ritz?AFII
Katters: *sniffle* It's okay.
Katters: Hehhe
Me: You have a lot of names
Katters: Those are all my other personalities. You can call me Kat. :)
Me: Is that your real name?!
Katters: Yes
Katters: WHy?
Me: Mine too
Me: Spelled with a K
Katters: Woa

[snip!]

Me: We're like, the same or something
Katters: .......Are you that clone that got lose a few years ago??
Me: Maybe
Me: I don't THINK I'm a clone, but You never know with these things
Katters: *humms I think I'm A Clone Now*

Three. Years.

Three, long, mixed up, lustful, loving, crazy, dramatic, insane, protective, hopeful, amazing, sweet, fantastic, wacky, weird, happy, funny, entertaining, depressing, melencholic, beautiful years ago, Kat and I declared ourselves clones. It took us a little bit to get to the state of dual-clones, but that's okay. We sorted it out.

And three years. Three years is an eternity in internet time.¹ I mean, in the grand scheme of things, it's nothing, but you close your eyes and think back on it...and it's everything.

Life doesn't exist for me pre-Kat. I know it happened, I acknowladge that it happened, that it was, but having her around has just made it all seem so much more complete. She knows me better then very nearly anyone else, and I'd like to think I know her far too well.

So yeah. Wow. Three years. *raises her glass* Heres to three more, love, and three to the third to the third after that. At least that many. *grin*

~Sor
MOOP!

^{1 Technically spoilerish, though not unless you're a total twot. Go read all of one over zero anyways, it's brilliant.}