7/27/05
If it weren't for you, I'd have no self-esteem. I love you man. And if I weren't tired out of my !@#$% mind, I would write something about the way you make me feel special and loved, and that the thing that I love most about you, which is... well, everything, actually. I would write about how you stand out to me from the crowd because of your compassion, your sensitivity, your thoughtfulness. I would say that in a world so full of cynics and saints, you are neither, living your life quietly watching the spectacle, occassionally picking a few people who you want to support. I would say that a true measure of character is to be considered your friend, because only the best people are.
Also, unrelated, I made the mistake of discovering that all of The Maccabeats' and Penn Masala's albums are available on Spotify. It's not like I even understand Yiddish or Hindi and yet I'm wholly obsessed with, of all things, a Jewish acapella group and an Indian acapella group. I guess there are no language barriers when it comes to appreciating men who can sing!
The Maccabeats- Cover of Miracles by Matisyahu
Penn Masala- Down/Desi Girl
Bonus: Payphones by Maroon 5 + Wiz Khalifa- I've listened to this an unhealthy amount of times since yesterday
2 comments:
Dude! Stop making my cry, dammit, I'll stop reading things from you! Now I'm going through my inbox, feeling old and tearing up. Is this what you wanted?!
No can do! My goal in life (besides that whole MD thing) is to spread sentimentality across the land. Besides, technically, you've only yourself to blame, given that the email I quoted above was from YOU! ;)
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