To Jordan.

Jordan Allen Cooper Maron. You'll probably never see this, but I'm making it anyway because why the hell not. I'm constantly taking pictures of your damn face, you know this because you're always telling me to stop (I never do). Those pictures of your gorgeous face deserve a better place to be kept instead of inside my pillow case. In all honesty, you deserve so much more than this. You deserve a hall of fame made out pure gold. You deserve to have your face imprinted on the stars. You deserve so much more than I can give you.

But I'm hoping this shitty scrapbook will do for now.

I can't spell (you know this too, because you're always making me read things to "educate" me) so Sonja's taking care of the words and the writing for me. My job is to make you look fine as hell on these pages. I WILL make you look fine as hell on these pages. You deserve that at least.

So yeah. You're great. I love you. I hope I get the balls to show this to you one day.

- Your sexy and uneducated boyfriend (who loves you a shit ton) Tom.