Lots and lots of benefits, really.

Anyhoo this is one of the people I want to thank for making (or attempting to make, anyway) my 19th birthday 'party' truly enchanted. It wasn't easy working around our schedules, but the short 3-hour foodfest that was cooked up was perfect.

For all your patience and tolerance.... Thank you, Big Muffin.
Lots and lots of sloppy kisses to you.Words can't express how much I like waking up to his totally exaggerated yawning and droopy eyes, with his messy hair in my face. It's one of the few comforting thoughts in an increasingly mud-infested world.

I love how he injects his brand of logic into everything I don't understand, and how he entertains my twisted sense of humour. I love the way we stay up late inhaling acetone when I don't have a date with the boyfriend, and I love the way he seeks my help and opinion in all things related to the enhancement of his totally vain metrosexual self.

He's my brother, father, son, and monthly domestic partner all in one. He's also the third party of course, but lets forget that for now.


I'm like 19, baybeh!!!