Okay, so hereās the thing --
I know I aināt been around much and thatās on me, man. All on me. Iām good with thatĀ ācause a lot of the time Iām way cooler than most of you anyway but Iām gonna take a quick break from doing, yāknow, life and remind you all of something.
Quinn Fabray graduated, and thatās a big fucking deal.
Now I get it; other people graduated too, and whatever -- well done. But none of those other people make me feel the way she does. None of those other people have gone to class, worked their butt off, and had to come back to me moaning aboutĀ āem kissing some random dude for a scene.Ā
I get it, you all worked hard but sheās my wife and youāre all gonna take a minute to congratulate her or Iāll kick your ass.
Look I aināt into this stuff usually but I sat down the other night; Quinn snoring on one side, Han Solo chilling in the doorway in front of me and I was likeĀ āDude.ā Like, this is my life. I got a job, I got a girl, I got some crappy ass apartment that Iāve managed to have sex all over in. This is me, my life, and itās allĀ ācause of Quinn. ItāsĀ ācause she pushes me and believes in me and does this cute kiss on my neck sometimes that makes me feel important.
Weāve been through a lot; weāve been on a butt load of vacations, got married, I nearly felt my heart break and I learnt how itād feel to live without her. And in all that time she fuckinā worked at graduating. Like -- itās so huge.Ā
You losers have no idea how proud I am of her. But you should know anyway. So do a thing and tell her sheās the best fuckinā person on this planet and that Iām lucky to have her --
--Ā ācause I aināt telling her. Thatās lame.
