Thank you. Somehow, it really did help a little.

Aunt Marie passed away last week, too.  At least we'll always have her stories.  I've got more for you, someday.

Love you.

Happy Birthday, Old Man.  I wonder what kind of man you've become.  For what it's worth, I think you'd like me.

I'm glad you were born.

Listen, I.

I'm going to Graceland. Today. Now.

I've turned down every offer for two years. But it's been a rough year. I'm ready.

Anyway, it doesn't mean I'm not sorry.

Gosh, I just can't believe it's been nearly five birthdays since we've talked.  And I still give you shit.  Sometimes I just find it so unfair when you put yourself in my life though you've banned me from yours.  Maybe that's selfish (nope, yeah, that's definitely selfish).  But hey, you're still a few birthdays up on me, I'm allowed to be immature ( Read more... )

I'm so glad you were born.

I'm so glad you were born. 

On Thursday I went to Friendly's for the first time.

I got cookie dough ice cream (!?)

What I'm saying is, well, what I mean to tell you is that I'm doing okay.

(I hope that's what you're here to find out)

Some day he will remember what he's always known.

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And I tried to tell them all in each interview
That I've been nothing but good to you
And I don't hate myself just the things I do
But I hope you see that I'm trying to improve
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