Cinco de Guy-O

Five years ago today I finally met my Internet boyfriend in person. (Busting out this photo yet again...)

It's shocking how thoroughly and brutally we have aged each other. Must be all those long nights of screaming fights, tearful accusations, and harsh words that can't be unsaid. Either that or the booze.

This story has a happy ending, of course: a team of elite surgeons were eventually able to separate us. We were the world's first joined-at-the-head twincest survivors.

(Caption for my hand gesture: "If MAH baby loses a pacifier? Thass OK, 'cuz I got three of 'em!")

My face feels sore just looking at this picture. I remember we both were in pain from smiling so much.