You know what day it is. I know what day it is. I think the Facebook community also knows what day it is. But I shall come back to that later. Because I'm sucha tease.
How long have we actually known each other? Two years? Jyeah, two years and it was all because of that Matt Bellamy singing 'Fucking Fucking Fucking Fucking Little Fucking Fucking Little Fucking Fucking Fucking Fuckers Jyeah' video. We should thank Muse for bringing us together after years of being in school but not quite knowing each other. Thank you, Muse for uniting fans from different computer chairs. Here's a piece of cheese for all the hard work.
I digress. So. Two years. It feels like I've known you since I was in diapers or something. Two years must've passed really slowly for some reason. Must be the sign of the Apocalypse. Oh, speaking of Apocalypse, Supernatural. Dean Winchester. Castiel. Sam Winchester. Yes? Yes? Yes. You made me love something that not only I can't grasp, but something that requires me to download from virtual space and use a pointer to feel the files. You made me love a show. I don't usually put all my effort in TV series. Music, yes. TV shows, not so much. Because shows need a lot of commitment and loyalty. Shows need you to sacrifice 8GB worth of Internet when I have a quota of 20GB. Shows require lots of patience and I don't have that much to spare. But yet, you got me so into the show that I actually dreamed of Dean Winchester trying to break into a barn house (I don't remember what I was doing but I bet I was a great help to Dean).
You've been an awesome buddy. A buddy of all sorts. A gig buddy. Remember that time when we ran a marathon to get money from the ATM and then realise that it's not a Sigur Ros CD? Good times, those are. An Internet buddy. Remember that time when you flood my inbox with emails of music and your obsession over Timothy Olyphant's sexy style of walking? Oh, that is all the time. *snorts* A listening buddy. Remember when I needed cheering up? And that time when you wanted to smack a certain someone who couldn't type proper English because it pisses you off? TV buddy. Remember the Royal Wedding? Remember how delectable Prince Harry was? And Rugby. All those time we were hanging onto our phones to text each other when one of us decides on Hot Man of The Match (Sonny Bill Williams is always in the top 3). And those tries. And blood. Music buddy. All those times when you expose me to new and good music. And your attempts to make me fall in deep love for folky music. And of course, a buddy buddy. Because we're buddies!
Here comes the cheesy part. Get it? Cheese? *points up* Cheesy? No? No? Okay.
All those years (2 years), we've gotten really close (really close). So close that we decide to share men (Misha Collins, James Franco, etc), music (Muse, Arctic Monkeys, etc) and stories (your supernatural stories, my bad breakup phase, etc). It's nice having a friend that I can talk to about anything and everything. And I love how you always give me something to anticipate by posting links on my FB wall or email me with stuff (I still have your OMG DAMON SALVATORE email in my inbox). You helped me in so many ways. Like, when I can't find download links. Or when I needed to tell scream to someone about how hot Joseph Gordon-Levitt is and how he needs to fly down here and hide in my cupboard with the littlest clothes possible. Or when I needed someone to criticise my essay writing skills. Or when I needed someone to give me a mature advice about everything. Or when I needed someone to talk about life and philosophies and religion and hot men and the Apocalypse.
So, you know what day it is. And I know what day it is.
Happy Birthday, dude. Happy 21st birthday. I shall be joining the twenties group with you next year. I will give you a physical gift when I am old enough to purchase things online with credit or debit cards. *hints* But for now, please accept this virtual gift. I wanted to make a mixtape for you but I'm guessing that whatever I've heard is something that you have already heard so it just beats the purpose of a mixtape. So, sorry for the lack of creativity for presenting you with an open letter. I sayang you a lot and many more years of friendship, I hope! Stay awesome forever and look our for hot men for the both of us, kays?
Here's Sonny Bill Williams looking hot with his tattooed arm and Dan Carter looking all bossy in a suit, being happy for your birthday. Oh, you guys. You need to come down here! You have loyal and horny fans waiting for both your asses!
Happy Birthday, Vanessa Lourdes Pereira. Hugs, kisses, and confetti yay!
With lots of love and mwah mwah,
Sue
3 comments:
BEST. BIRTHDAY. OPEN LETTER. EVER.
It HAS been two years hasn't it? Gosh. Honestly, it has felt like much muuuuch longer than that. It was only in October 2009 that we were flailing over Dominic Howard's yellow skinny jeans. And here we are now.
I remember running around looking for the ATM! Good times :D And the countless MSN conversations, and the TV/Texting, the Timothy Olyphant. Though to be perfectly honest, everytime I text you, email you, or post a link to your wall on Facebook, I'll be like "This is it. This is the last straw ; this is the point where she's going to get sick of me and never want to talk again". Or something along those lines. So to know that you actually anticipate all the digital rubbish I throw at you? That means a lot :)
I won't say no to a mixtape :D Now I have to be pathetic and make one for myself, ha.
And thank you so much for this. And thank YOU for being an equally awesome Supernatural/music/TV/rugby/gig/hot menz/texting/general conversation buddy. Thank you for replying my long-ass texts, and thank you for being open to the new music and shows I toss in your direction, and thank you for dealing with my intense and frequent need to lust after a different fictional/otherwise unattainable man every two weeks or so. Thank you for coming to me for help at all, and thank you for asking me for my opinions and advice, and thank you for talking and for listening. Thank you for being there for me, thank you for being aware when you're NOT being there and having the balls to apologize for it.
Stay awesome, and here's to (hopefully) many many more years of good music, good books, good shows, good food and hot menz. And again, thank you so so so much for this. Made my freaking day. Love you!
Also, the best part about this whole thing? Is that you managed to find a picture of Sonny Bill Williams and Dan Carter TOGETHER. IN THE SAME SHOT. Hnnngggggg.....
Dan should be wearing less clothes though. A LOT LESS CLOTHES.
Also I am saving this to my computer, to read when I am depressed and need to feel loved. YAY.
*hugs* :]
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