Dear Princess,

You’re the bestest friend I’ve ever had. I’m so glad I have you in my life. I’m sorry that I haven’t been as talkative as I used to be. I guess I’m afraid that I’ll repeat myself. I think you’ve heard all of my stories before. The girl I marry will have to meet your standards, because I know you want the best for me. I want the best for you, too.

It’s so obvious. The way we are when we hang out, we’re so casual. Girls need to be friends before they can become girlfriends. For the longest time, I said that I wanted to get to know girls before I date them. I’ve somehow strayed from this. You’re right: I just need to slow down. Knowing that you believe I’ll make a girl happy someday means a lot to me. Your respect, despite my deviant nature, means more than anybody else’s.

I love you.

*retch* Timmy, get your jiggly ass out of Hallmark-land. You’re a lot cooler when you’re setting people on fire and casting them out of the temple.

*points up* You set people on fire? Crap. I’d better watch out. Fire is scary. But then again…..maybe you can help prep me for when I go to hell. Oh yeah….I know I’m going. I’m burning forever. oh well…I’ll have a nice tan. I ramble. I should make my bed and go to sleep. There are no sheets on me bed – that’s what I mean. Not “make” it, and then