Its sitting by the overcoat, the second shelf the note she wrote, that I can't bring myself to throw away.

I'm not really sure what I wanna write about, I just feel like blogging. :D Well here I am, sitting here with the bro, aka Nate, watching The Hangover and chillaxing. And it feels pretty damn awesome that I can sit here with one of my best friends, the first person I told, and just act like everything was the way before I told him. We do the norm guy shit, even the slightly emotional crap. I mean, its unbelievable that he really doesn't worry about it or cares about it. All I know is that when shit hits the fan, regardless of gender, he will have my back. And I think that its fricken marvelous that he is able to be sleep with me, hang with me, do man hugs, etc. and just act as if I was like everyone else. That my friends, is the true reason why I am best friends with him I don't think he, nor anyone else, can realize the level of respect I have for him. I mean, its like on a scale of 1 to 10, its like 1000. I mean he ha been through soo much shit with me, that its not even comprehendable to anyone else. I'm just overly happy that I can trust him, rely on him, and overall lean on him at all times. I'm glad that he is that one person that I know wil be the he will be there with me throughout life. I'm super excited that you can sit there and do nothing, yet somehow make me feel 200x better. This weekend will help me prep for Monday, and give me extreme moral support. So I thank you again Nater.