Happy Birthday, You.
I have discovered something over the passing of the last week: You never know how much you like breathing until you can't do it.
That kind of parallels the ever-so-popular philosophy: You never know how smelly your feet are until you take your socks off.
I'll make this sort of short for the sake of having other things to write that may be in no interest to most of you. In fact, all except one or two (because I guess more people read this thing than I thought). So, of the rest of you, feel free to read it but be forewarned: Its steamy.
I haven't been working all too much on drawing or anything of that sort but I have, in the past couple months, finished 2 games and liked both. The ending of one was PHENOMENAL and the ending of the other made me want to get a time machine, go forward in time to get the sequel, then go back in time and slap everyone that wrote that fucking thing. Yeah. Crazy shit.
Other than that, been thinking about philosophy quite a bit lately. So much so that I'm thinking about giving up art school to go to a university to study it.
And that's all that I have to say about me. I am boring and also... that's it.
Now on to the steamy part...
First off, happy birthday, you! You're finally 17. I don't feel so much like a cougar now. I'm more of like... a mountain lion, or something.
In light of your birthday, I decided to let you know, the best I can, without using other people's words, just exactly how I feel about you. I know its already cheapened by the internet, but unfortunately this is just one of those things I can't do in person, because it would involve a lot of pauses and "Uhh..."s and "Like..."s and "So, yeah..."s. This cuts out this factor. I'm pretty much gonna do this the best way I know how: With absolutely no order or sense or anything.
I hope you're ready. Here we go....
-If you were a Transformer, you'd be my favorite.
-If I had to give up ever watching a Tarantino movie EVER AGAIN, just to watch one episode of Family Guy with you, I would. No matter what the episode was.
-You make me wanna make amazing cooking arrangements.
-I try to impress you every second.
-I wake up in the middle of the night, realize I'm not on the phone with you, and just lay there until I fall asleep again, wishing I was the whole time.
-I love eating with you.
-I'd let someone cut off my legs if the choice was that or never hug you again.
-You make this face when you're trying sleep... its the cutest thing ever.
-You can say the corniest thing, and its still makes my heart melt. (Even stuff cornier than THAT.)
-I can't help but think about how much I'll miss you, every single day.
-Everything you do makes me fall in love with you ten times over.
-Someday I'll figure out a way to explain to you what all of this means, but until then, just know that I love ya.
-You can not like your family all you want, but they're a part of you, and I can't help but want them to love me.
-You're officially a part of how I define myself. And at this point, I don't care how creepy that sounds to everybody else.
-I'll never understand how I got so fucking lucky. Ever.
-I could lay in a bed with you all day. Fuck, all week. You know, probably all year. Just lay there. Yeah.
-Nothing in this world could describe you. You're too perfect and this world is not.
-I would love to stay here and pull more things about you out of my brain, but that would involve missing your call, and nothing is worth that.
I love you, Kevin.
There was never a doubt about that. I hope this was the best birthday it could be. I tried my hardest to make your day amazing, and I really hope it worked.
Words can't express how I feel when I'm around you, so I won't even attempt that, I'll just let it show through my actions.
You're an amazing person, an amazing guy, an amazing son, an amazing friend, an amazing bed maker, an amazing math genius, an amazing plant grower guy, an amazing gamer, and an amazing lover.
Have a great fucking birthday, babe.
--MF
That kind of parallels the ever-so-popular philosophy: You never know how smelly your feet are until you take your socks off.
I'll make this sort of short for the sake of having other things to write that may be in no interest to most of you. In fact, all except one or two (because I guess more people read this thing than I thought). So, of the rest of you, feel free to read it but be forewarned: Its steamy.
I haven't been working all too much on drawing or anything of that sort but I have, in the past couple months, finished 2 games and liked both. The ending of one was PHENOMENAL and the ending of the other made me want to get a time machine, go forward in time to get the sequel, then go back in time and slap everyone that wrote that fucking thing. Yeah. Crazy shit.
Other than that, been thinking about philosophy quite a bit lately. So much so that I'm thinking about giving up art school to go to a university to study it.
And that's all that I have to say about me. I am boring and also... that's it.
Now on to the steamy part...
First off, happy birthday, you! You're finally 17. I don't feel so much like a cougar now. I'm more of like... a mountain lion, or something.
In light of your birthday, I decided to let you know, the best I can, without using other people's words, just exactly how I feel about you. I know its already cheapened by the internet, but unfortunately this is just one of those things I can't do in person, because it would involve a lot of pauses and "Uhh..."s and "Like..."s and "So, yeah..."s. This cuts out this factor. I'm pretty much gonna do this the best way I know how: With absolutely no order or sense or anything.
I hope you're ready. Here we go....
-If you were a Transformer, you'd be my favorite.
-If I had to give up ever watching a Tarantino movie EVER AGAIN, just to watch one episode of Family Guy with you, I would. No matter what the episode was.
-You make me wanna make amazing cooking arrangements.
-I try to impress you every second.
-I wake up in the middle of the night, realize I'm not on the phone with you, and just lay there until I fall asleep again, wishing I was the whole time.
-I love eating with you.
-I'd let someone cut off my legs if the choice was that or never hug you again.
-You make this face when you're trying sleep... its the cutest thing ever.
-You can say the corniest thing, and its still makes my heart melt. (Even stuff cornier than THAT.)
-I can't help but think about how much I'll miss you, every single day.
-Everything you do makes me fall in love with you ten times over.
-Someday I'll figure out a way to explain to you what all of this means, but until then, just know that I love ya.
-You can not like your family all you want, but they're a part of you, and I can't help but want them to love me.
-You're officially a part of how I define myself. And at this point, I don't care how creepy that sounds to everybody else.
-I'll never understand how I got so fucking lucky. Ever.
-I could lay in a bed with you all day. Fuck, all week. You know, probably all year. Just lay there. Yeah.
-Nothing in this world could describe you. You're too perfect and this world is not.
-I would love to stay here and pull more things about you out of my brain, but that would involve missing your call, and nothing is worth that.
I love you, Kevin.
There was never a doubt about that. I hope this was the best birthday it could be. I tried my hardest to make your day amazing, and I really hope it worked.
Words can't express how I feel when I'm around you, so I won't even attempt that, I'll just let it show through my actions.
You're an amazing person, an amazing guy, an amazing son, an amazing friend, an amazing bed maker, an amazing math genius, an amazing plant grower guy, an amazing gamer, and an amazing lover.
Have a great fucking birthday, babe.
--MF