Happy ********' birthday to the most amazing kid in the world.
I'm so glad to have met you.
I mean, fuuuuck, we met and talked about our problems, I never would've expected that.
You seriously are the Hippie of all Terrorists, and, dammit, a Candian one even.
How does it feel to know that I truly trust you, or, that I really love you and I'm seriously going to try to get a full-ride scholorship in Canada, or, the fact that I gave up the pot farm so we could live in the same house?
'Cause, I'm so comfortable telling you s**t,
and the way you treat me is amazing,
I don't get comfortable head on, but it was different with you.
Y'know,
even if you ditched me for a hooker a few times, or had to leave because of a headache, I knew that you'd come back in five days and tell me you really enjoyed mexico and your nicotine bombs. [kidding] but, that you'd come back and let me know you were feeling alright and then made sure I was okay.
Even if I'm still depressed and scared of going to the doctors office, I know that we'd slice the goverment and the fact that you'll tell me it'll be alright, or we'll talk it out and then I'll get all weird and make a sex joke that you won't understand until' forever.
Let's just end it at:
a. you're amazing.
b. you care.
c. your funny.
d. your a picky eater.
e. your inner fat kid better not be touching my inner asian.
and, finally,
F. ******** you. ><
I'm kidding,
GHIJKL. I love you tons. thank you for everything in the past and now.
 CHOKETRENDKILL · Tue Jul 17, 2007 @ 09:15am · 0 Comments |
