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HEY THERE CANADAWHORE; MY LOVELY SHERLOCK. (That semicolon is for you.)
It’s FEBRUARY 21ST and we all know what that means. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOULMATE. And what kind of birthday would it be if I didn’t Tumblr publicize it for you? Your 22nd year is going to be a big one, this is the year we’ve both been waiting for and it’s finally here! While it kills me that we’ll be a million miles apart in September, I am SO fucking happy for you because you’re finally doing what you SHOULD be doing, and you’re going to kick ass at it!
Just remember when you’re going to some LA party or climbing the Hollywood sign with a Justin Timberlake-looking nerd who’s afraid of heights that I’m freezing my ass off in Canada somewhere eagerly awaiting our next rendezvous together, during which we will have a dangerous Kennedy Commons or Kardashian marathon, possibly drag Bartholomew along and then spend hours bullshitting about god knows what until - HEY IT’S 6AM!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KID <3
Well this is pretty damn fabulous. :’))) < Those are not triple chins, but a giant smile! Thank you Watson, for appreciating my love (and thereby overuse) of even the most popular and obscure grammatical functions. Only you could know how high a semicolon or Oxford comma gets me. Thank you for being my biggest supporter, and pseudo-wife (as Watsons always are). Skype is going to become our biggest friend. As is FaceTime (*shudder*).
And don’t you worry, when my ass falls off from the top of the L in Hollywood to the bottom with my dopey friend with benefits with a nice arse, I will indeed think of you in your toque and overloaded UGG supply with a Starbucks in hand lurking the Manitoba tunnels. (Oh and deal: no Bon Iver for me, and no North Face for you, yes? Good!) So thank you for making this birthday better than all the rest. THIS IS OUR YEAR.
P.S. Robert will always be our lovechild (conceived from many an embarrassment). :{D
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