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Happy Birthday, Obsi!

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Watch out for them pesky audio levels– m’still a n00b at mixing.

But my dearest Obsi, wow that sounds so sappy i’msorry 8D;;;; 

I can’t believe it’s your birthday already :U Mostly because it’s like… Eight days after mine I was all ‘Ohshit’ the other while ago lD;;;; But ya, you’re 20 now! I swear I actually remembered I just asked to be sure ahahahaha wow I’m the worst boyfriend/fiance ever. One more year and we can legally GET SMASHED HELL YA go out drinking and stuff i mean we kinda already did during the summer but whatevs at least it’ll be legal in a year.

Anyways enough my idiocy. It’s your birthday! I thought about doing what I’ve done just about every year and sing you Secret Black Vow like I always do but I ran out of languages to sing it in. :l And then you reminded me about this song like what, last week? And thought it was a lot more a sentimental song for us. Y’know, what with Clintbby and Lokibby first meeting around this time, and this being their song– and we’ve gone full circle! Now here we are with Matt and Falc using it. icannotbelievethismadness

Welp, with Secret Black Vow, you were my bride, but does this make me YOUR man on the run? lD

aNYWAYS I keep going off-topic kinda.

Happy birthday, bby. I’m so very proud of you and far you’ve come. I’ve watched you grow for the past couple years now, and here you are with your own place, a job that pays real well for comin’ right out of high school, and a ring on your finger nevermind the fact that I put that there lololololol. You are and always have been so strong, even in the face of all the hardships life’s been throwing your way, and I admire that so so so much about you. Plus, you put up with my shit so ridiculously well– I hope I’ve been able to offer as much support your way as you have for me for the past, what, seven years? Thank you for being a part of my life, bby. I love you so, so, so much, more than anything ever, with all my heart and soul.

“I’m teaching myself French in one night. It’s going great.”

“Want some Raisinettes?”

“Let my people go…”

“I love the book on your head.”

“It’s an aesthetic. The cigarettes, the Raisinettes… it’s solid.”

“Oh, thank god, I found a banana in my pocket.”

“It’s… it’s less phlegmy than that. More sensual.”

“That’s a fucking… bird.”

“REAL RECOGNIZES REAL”

“Oh, I’m paying for my sins. We all are.”

“Nothing matters any more. Do you want ice cream?”

“It’ll all be alright in the end. Depending on how you define ‘alright’ and how you define ‘end.’”

“I haven’t slept all night, I’m vibrating slightly but constantly, and I’m pretty sure I just tasted god. How are you doing?”

“A note to people writing last-minute papers: caps lock might seem like it’s your friend. It isn’t.”

“Chicago-style citations means we don’t put any ketchup on the bibliography page, right?”

“The good news is that GPA is actually pretty insignificant in the face of all of our inevitable deaths, so…”

“God, I wish I had the core strength to consider stripping as a fallback.”

“Lifehack: Sleep when you’re dead. We’re all dead inside already. So sleep whenever.”

“I haven’t seen the world outside the library in so long.”