Indeed: you made me the skirt of OH MY GODS IT BURNS IT BUUUUURNS and walked away with your sanity intact, which may be a sign of divinity. Your laugh brightens rooms, and your company is always warming and enlightening. I am better when I know you. I adore you.
I don't know you terribly well -- that I know of -- but I do know that you're supportive, funny, and not shy about speaking up and speaking your mind on things. Your opinions are well-considered and well-shared, and hence very welcome.
Well thank you. Though I've known you since you were 17 and staying with friends in Lodi. Hell I had a medical release form for you in case bad things happened while you were there.
You quote eighties songs in your requests for positive reinforcement, which always gets you points; double for quoting Pat Benetar. And that is a seriously cute cat, which, combined with your fondness for sea chanties, counts for some adoration.
You are talented, even when you think you're not. Your patience exceeds mine by measures I don't have words for. You are the person I called when my grandmother died, and you took it, even though you were busy, even though you were far away. You are a part of my patterns and my life, so firmly wrapped into 'how things are' that I have trouble finding a way to split you off, even when circumstance says I have to.
You warn me on your bitchy days and tolerate me on mine; you hug me and you hold me, you love me, you don't leave me, and you're there, day in and day out. You're more of a constant than most of my blood family, and I would walk to Minnesota for you if I needed to do it, in a heartbeat.
For an animated character living in a world full of flesh and blood people, you've more than done all right by yourself. I know it hasn't been easy, but the Internet age and the dawn of digital manipulation has allowed you to pass for 'just another recluse', and that's awesome. I promise never to reveal you on national TV -- that's how much I adore you.
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Probably has something to do with the Cthulu skirt. ;)
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A little help?
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You are talented, even when you think you're not. Your patience exceeds mine by measures I don't have words for. You are the person I called when my grandmother died, and you took it, even though you were busy, even though you were far away. You are a part of my patterns and my life, so firmly wrapped into 'how things are' that I have trouble finding a way to split you off, even when circumstance says I have to.
You warn me on your bitchy days and tolerate me on mine; you hug me and you hold me, you love me, you don't leave me, and you're there, day in and day out. You're more of a constant than most of my blood family, and I would walk to Minnesota for you if I needed to do it, in a heartbeat.
I adore you.
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