I don't think I'll ever quite get to my 1,500 post, so this seems like a rather nice number to make a conmemoration.
Just in case you didn't notice, 850 is a very small number of posts if one takes into account that I've been around since maybe 1996.
I would give the exact date, but my memory doesn't work that well anymore and the old Big Mouth Lion seems to have left us for good. (Apparently this is also a good thing, since my old posts were awfully written, my English was so very rudimentary back then).
After so many years of posting, lurking, or just being too busy to even check in, I have met many people who have remained my friends, or who remain on my memory as relatives I don't really get to see that much anymore, be it due to the high cost of living or because they ate my last piece of chocolate cake, which btw I was saving for a nice relaxing moment.
So it was here I met some friends that helped me through the worse times of my young life. They nursed me back into health, looked over me, and still nowadays I consider them like a part of my very own special family.
In between many others that don't post anymore, there is aka, aka my mom. She has remained as my very best friend and adoptive mother through all this time, never faulting to help me, not once. There were also my soldiers at Raptor and Tide army, way back at the VBS, they did help a lot too, and they had to put up with me also. Hatrack 1830's was good too.
It hasn't been all laughs and friendship though. People had made me more mad than I would imagine, so much I have actually forgotten why I got mad for and who those people were. People have gotten mad at me, but one cannot make everybody happy, and I am good at holding grudges, maybe because I forget I am holding them so easily, and because I have no real time to mend relationships with people I really don't know that much.
Life has changed a lot, I thought I had gone through hell already, but I didn't really understand the meaning of the word, because I have been shoved there and back so many times in the last couple of years it still amazes me I am crazy enough to laugh at it. I guess because it could always get worse, there is no end to the pit if I look well at it.
So that's it for this 7 years. And the counter keeps going, looking with a mix of fear, anguish (hehehehe angsty and sparkly too), and excitement to the new year.
Also, before I forget, let me reiterate: the squirrels are evil, just so you know. They got those evil pointy teeth, and those tails, they are no good. They made me trip and chip my bone. See? *shows leg with a small bruise still trying to fade after months*.
Evil little things *grumble*...