Saturday, September 6, 2008

Put Me In Your Suitcase.

After a long day working, it's always great to have friends make a dinner for you.


And, if they're extra nice, they'll put on a pot of chocolate fondue for dessert.


And, if they're the ones worth writing handwritten letters to, they'll put on movies with Cher and Nicolas Cage. And who cares if they fall asleep?


And if the next day you feel like Chipotle, good friends will drop everything they're doing (even if they've already eaten) to have a meal with you.



And, if they're particularly nice they'll let you smell their roses.


Bad friends, however, will never EVER take you on tours that come at the expense of people in horrible situations.


The good ones will sing you songs about scary theaters in Georgia, or throwing rocks at bums.


The good ones let you crash in the Greatest City In The World.


The good ones buy you taffy...


...and split humongous cupcakes with you.


The horrible ones dress like they just stepped out of a page of GQ Magazine, and make the poutiest faces in the world .


But, to be an equally as great a friend, you've gotta be kind when they don't quite act themselves. Everyone has a pumpkin of a day sometimes.


Sometimes you'll have to ride Splash Mountain, even if you know the water on that ride hates you.

You've gotta love 'em even if the cookies they make aren't exactly perfect. Nobody is. Except for Christ. And Torii Hunter.


Who knows? Maybe one day they'll even tell you your kisses are devastating, borderline dynamite.


If you think about it, nothing would be greater than to put them in your suitcase to share every moment with you.

And you know what? They'd probably even help you pack.

To my friends,

You're nothing short of amazing. Every day never ceases to amaze me. I look forward to every adventure. Kudos, and all that jazz. Let's go ghost hunting.

Your Friend,
Jason


















P.S. Bryan- You gotta get a hold of yourself man. Can't do things like this anymore, even if it is in Texas.

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