This is for my good 'ole drunken buddy, Jon.
What can I say about Jon?
He's a good kid. I haven't known him for too long
but it's hard not to love him.
Especially when he calls you drunk singing The Used.
It sucks having him live quite the distance away
because there isn't a lot of chances that we can hang out.
It's disappointing.
Maybe next time Jon comes home we can make spoons with Kim and
play DDR. [Which he will not pwn, sorry buddy]
It was nice getting at call at 2 oclock in the morning
and hearing his drunk ass voice.
I feel honered to know that he called me..just because no one else
would answer their phone when he called.
I also feel special that he sang to me when he said that he doesn't
sing to many people. How special.
He is also caring, he forgave Kim for saying she was going to
throw me down the stairs and even offered to catch me. How sweet.
There is a lot of love going out to Jon.
P.S. I hope your head feels better from the time that you picked it off of the keyboard & I hope you are still alive and didn't happen to..I don't know..choke on your own puke.
<3