Your music to me is the air that I breathe, it's the blood that pumps through my veins... My ass. Your music is the thing that makes me feel alive. Your music is me. (Now that sounds creepy, but who cares. Probably would, but Hollywood is dead and gone.) If it hadn't been for you, I'd have never learned how to play the guitar, never ever could speak English the way I do now. I especially like the way you tell people to shut the fuck up. My English is improved, since you use a wide range of bad words. Your cursing amuses me. Punish me... Okay, back to the original thoughts. Because of you, I meet a shitload of great people. If it hadn't been for you, you ass, I would have never befriend Ed. So, thank you. I actually learned a way too much from you. I kinda like to use 'you know' more often nowadays.
Mr Billie Joe Armstrong! Even if you'll never read this outburst, I adore you, I love you, I wanna touch your hair, 'cause I think it's not real since it's so full of fluff.. *-* Now, what was I talking about? Oh yea.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU BEAUTIFUL OLD PIECE OF DOOKIE! ♥
And a small reminder, you turned Cauranta y UNO-year-old today... Well played, sir, well played.