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So what do you want me to say, exactly?
Want me to just sit here until I figure out just what I should be writing? What should I describe? Where should I start? What should I emphasize and what should I leave out?
More to the point; does it matter?
What you experience is up to you, and how you chose to experience it will affect you different to me, or the person next to you.
What I can say, is that to everyone who came out to meet me last night a big thank you. I love you all, each in your own way because you all make me who I am. There was no time for speeches or thank-yous. So why dont I make up for it?
To Jesse, Loc and Bryce: My roommates and constant friends. Youre there when I need you. Youre my spontaneous movie, my dinner date on a friendless-friday, my vent when I need one. You guys are my walls, my moat, my captain of the guard and more.
To Robert and Michael: Youre my geek blokes. You help me express myself in some of the most profound ways imaginable, and all without reserved judgement. I love you for that.
To Scott and Vyshali: My Poof, my Inidian. I love you both so much, and would never have sex with either of you. That in itself speaks volumes.
To Maddi and Cloe: There is nothing to say about you both that hasnt already been said about Fishfingers. But I love you despite this.
To Nic and Riley: Youre my Bloke-blokes. You both put your mates before everything else in your life, and thats what people need and should aspire to be. You love in a profound way, and are constantly finding new ways to express, entertain and laugh.
To Phoebe: My Heart, My Funny Valentine. I love you like I love my cat. Ill be there for you as youre there for me, despite my ass-hattery and douche-baggery. Ill love you and hold you dear as long as you make it so easy.
To Dave: You couldnt be there. Youre off discovering who you are, forgetting who you were, and finding out who youre yet to be. Youre in sync with my mind and my Deep-Heart-Throb. For that there are no words, except for hurry home soon.
To Isaebella: Ill take your hand in mine and Ill dance the dance weve always done. Ill celebrate you until the music stops. Then well pause and take up again. We wont get bored, because this music doesnt end, it only changes and gets better.
To Josh: Youre my oldest friend. Youre there when I need you. You help me create, and together we could own what we want. Were only as limited as we allow ourselves to become. I love you, Josh. Never fade away.
And to My Parents, and My God: Thank you for giving me this experience. I thank you for my life. I hope I can make it up to you.
Last night was fantastic, and Im glad so many other people enjoyed it as much as I did. The venue and the private balcony and bar was fantastic. The performances were amazing. The dancers were gorgeous and the music was right off.
I love so much that Mitch, my good friend from the comic store and his insanely attractive girlfriend made a cameo by sheer happenstance. He introduced me to a whole new world of storytelling, and its influenced me heavily. He definitely needs a thank-you in my Manuscript.
Dancing was amazing. I was so lucky to share the stage (literally, mind you) with a gorgeous girl who let loose just as much as I wanted to. It was fantastic, and felt so fucking good.
To those who know me well, I have a small confession: I may actually have been a bit drunk.
Our bartender was fucking amazing. I gave him a tip, even though he took a tongue-and-lip tip from more than one of my male guests, he deserved it. The invention of The C Sharp shot, and The Brian Breeze drink was so worth it.
Plus, he plays Rift. What a fucking hero.
I dont want to get into the gifts I received. Only because I know Ill forget something, but I love everything and everyone who went to the effort to try and make me even happier than I was.
I got a lot of kisses and hugs from beautiful girls. I had a hearty laugh and dance with the men. And as Id hoped, I awoke cuddling a cute girl, people asleep on the floor none-too-far away.
I had breakfast out on Hardware Lane with Phoebe, Bell and Freya. And then Phoebe and I proceeded to collapse into the nearest Starbucks and just sprawled amongst one another for like, two fucking hours.
I just feel bad now that Im eating Garlic Bread without her.
I love you all, guys, and look forward to a well-deserved sleep in tomorrow.
Love and Kittens,
Brian
So what do you want me to say, exactly?
Want me to just sit here until I figure out just what I should be writing? What should I describe? Where should I start? What should I emphasize and what should I leave out?
More to the point; does it matter?
What you experience is up to you, and how you chose to experience it will affect you different to me, or the person next to you.
What I can say, is that to everyone who came out to meet me last night a big thank you. I love you all, each in your own way because you all make me who I am. There was no time for speeches or thank-yous. So why dont I make up for it?
To Jesse, Loc and Bryce: My roommates and constant friends. Youre there when I need you. Youre my spontaneous movie, my dinner date on a friendless-friday, my vent when I need one. You guys are my walls, my moat, my captain of the guard and more.
To Robert and Michael: Youre my geek blokes. You help me express myself in some of the most profound ways imaginable, and all without reserved judgement. I love you for that.
To Scott and Vyshali: My Poof, my Inidian. I love you both so much, and would never have sex with either of you. That in itself speaks volumes.
To Maddi and Cloe: There is nothing to say about you both that hasnt already been said about Fishfingers. But I love you despite this.
To Nic and Riley: Youre my Bloke-blokes. You both put your mates before everything else in your life, and thats what people need and should aspire to be. You love in a profound way, and are constantly finding new ways to express, entertain and laugh.
To Phoebe: My Heart, My Funny Valentine. I love you like I love my cat. Ill be there for you as youre there for me, despite my ass-hattery and douche-baggery. Ill love you and hold you dear as long as you make it so easy.
To Dave: You couldnt be there. Youre off discovering who you are, forgetting who you were, and finding out who youre yet to be. Youre in sync with my mind and my Deep-Heart-Throb. For that there are no words, except for hurry home soon.
To Isaebella: Ill take your hand in mine and Ill dance the dance weve always done. Ill celebrate you until the music stops. Then well pause and take up again. We wont get bored, because this music doesnt end, it only changes and gets better.
To Josh: Youre my oldest friend. Youre there when I need you. You help me create, and together we could own what we want. Were only as limited as we allow ourselves to become. I love you, Josh. Never fade away.
And to My Parents, and My God: Thank you for giving me this experience. I thank you for my life. I hope I can make it up to you.
Last night was fantastic, and Im glad so many other people enjoyed it as much as I did. The venue and the private balcony and bar was fantastic. The performances were amazing. The dancers were gorgeous and the music was right off.
I love so much that Mitch, my good friend from the comic store and his insanely attractive girlfriend made a cameo by sheer happenstance. He introduced me to a whole new world of storytelling, and its influenced me heavily. He definitely needs a thank-you in my Manuscript.
Dancing was amazing. I was so lucky to share the stage (literally, mind you) with a gorgeous girl who let loose just as much as I wanted to. It was fantastic, and felt so fucking good.
To those who know me well, I have a small confession: I may actually have been a bit drunk.
Our bartender was fucking amazing. I gave him a tip, even though he took a tongue-and-lip tip from more than one of my male guests, he deserved it. The invention of The C Sharp shot, and The Brian Breeze drink was so worth it.
Plus, he plays Rift. What a fucking hero.
I dont want to get into the gifts I received. Only because I know Ill forget something, but I love everything and everyone who went to the effort to try and make me even happier than I was.
I got a lot of kisses and hugs from beautiful girls. I had a hearty laugh and dance with the men. And as Id hoped, I awoke cuddling a cute girl, people asleep on the floor none-too-far away.
I had breakfast out on Hardware Lane with Phoebe, Bell and Freya. And then Phoebe and I proceeded to collapse into the nearest Starbucks and just sprawled amongst one another for like, two fucking hours.
I just feel bad now that Im eating Garlic Bread without her.
I love you all, guys, and look forward to a well-deserved sleep in tomorrow.
Love and Kittens,
Brian