August 9th, 2011.
Dear Bluebird,
No way! I don’t want to be a person in your life who let you down like the rest. My goal is to be the one who never lets you down. That’s what best friends are supposed to do, right? ;) x
Vic’s puppy face (and his face in general) is not cute. Nobody is cuter than King Sexican! How dare you imply that?! I don’t stink! That’s Mike. He’s a nasty son of a bitch. I’m cute, ‘muscle-y,’ and my cologne is amazing, but I’m no boy. I’m a man. Do you want proof? I’ll have Vic take pictures. Wait–maybe not Vic. He could attack me. If you know what I mean.
Well, there’s another idea for a Christmas present. :) Maybe a birthday present. Speaking of, when’s your birthday? You never told your bestie! Why not? I wanna see! Pleeease? I just want to see how it came out. At least tell me the lyric…? The band…? The song it’s from…?
Done. He’s flipping out. I hid his joints, too.
Love, your best friend (going basic, here),
Taco.
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