I take that back. I seem to be the only one of Ian's Friendster friends who has logged in within the past three weeks, which is further evidence that Ian kills the internet wherever he goes.
Ian and I share a cosmic connection.
Somehow I am able to be as mean as I
want to with him and he still thinks I'm
funny.
Also, he is married to what I can only
imagine is the luckiest girl on the west
coast, and I hope that when the babies
start popping out, my name is at least
in the top 5 baby names list.
One last thing: if I stage an Ian and
Paige online revolt ala Bonnie and
Clyde, you've been warned. Without Ian,
the internet is a lonely place, and I
thank all the Ninja gods that I have
found him.
well, the obscure reference to shuttle
busses was usurped by jeff, so i'll
make it short and sweet: if ian wasn't
about to tie the knot, i'd be all up in
that shit. seriously, e's seen all of
my insanity, and still feeds me vodka
tonics (i have to provide my own tonic,
but hey, nobody's perfect). rock on,
chees. it's the elevator!!!!
Ian is the most consistently amusing
person on my LiveJournal friends list,
an incomparable sous chef, and a master
(or so I've heard) of every single Kama
Sutra position, including the rarely
attempted Insolent Marmoset.
All insinuations that we are having a
torrid cyber affair are malicious,
impertinent, and absolutely true.
He's my dogg. If you've known him as
long as I have, consider yourself
lucky to have a homey like him. Not
many people stick around like that.
If you are ready to do crazy shit in
life, he's right there behind you. He
and I are about even in Olympic Rock
Scissor Paper/ Shuttle Driving. "Damn
homey, we gotta hang out more, coz
right now its all about the Class B."
Somehow I am able to be as mean as I
want to with him and he still thinks I'm
funny.
Also, he is married to what I can only
imagine is the luckiest girl on the west
coast, and I hope that when the babies
start popping out, my name is at least
in the top 5 baby names list.
One last thing: if I stage an Ian and
Paige online revolt ala Bonnie and
Clyde, you've been warned. Without Ian,
the internet is a lonely place, and I
thank all the Ninja gods that I have
found him.
busses was usurped by jeff, so i'll
make it short and sweet: if ian wasn't
about to tie the knot, i'd be all up in
that shit. seriously, e's seen all of
my insanity, and still feeds me vodka
tonics (i have to provide my own tonic,
but hey, nobody's perfect). rock on,
chees. it's the elevator!!!!
serious.
serious. I got the looks and the
smarts... but HEY!!! HE CAN'T
COMPLAIN!!! He got an extra chromosome!
person on my LiveJournal friends list,
an incomparable sous chef, and a master
(or so I've heard) of every single Kama
Sutra position, including the rarely
attempted Insolent Marmoset.
All insinuations that we are having a
torrid cyber affair are malicious,
impertinent, and absolutely true.
long as I have, consider yourself
lucky to have a homey like him. Not
many people stick around like that.
If you are ready to do crazy shit in
life, he's right there behind you. He
and I are about even in Olympic Rock
Scissor Paper/ Shuttle Driving. "Damn
homey, we gotta hang out more, coz
right now its all about the Class B."
When I'm sad, or down, or confused...
or feeling like my life is just
insanely messed up... and I can't find
any reason to smile...
I can always count on Ian to do
something incredibly stupid that'll
make me laugh.
:P