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And yes good luck to the Celtics... they need it this year!
1. Celtics beat Orlando
2. Garnett back on the game
3. Then Celtics beat Cleveland then the Lakers para Champion ulit Boston :)
4. Rondo: It’s Ray Allen time! :p
5. Marquez to beat Mayweather so Mayweather wouldn’t have to fight Pacquiao
6. Milo everyday :p
7. Awesome job for the bear
8. Dylan to make more albums
9. J.J. to make more Lost seasons
10. Del Toro to make more movies
11. No more toothaches and stupid wimples
12. For all lost things to turn up
13. Further studies maybe :)
14. Glasvegas Live :)
15. More jam sessions with old friends
16. More fun nights at SaGuijo
17. No sick days for you and your brothers and Tito & Tita
18. “Unicorn” in six (or less) months :p
19. More 3-day weekends
20. Anne less work, more time for Gelo
21. More travels with the bird
22. Safe drive ALL THE TIME
23. More laughs, less waterworks (ATTN: Anne)
Happy birthday, Z. I wish you all the happiness on your 23rd. I'll see you later, love!
See you on Sudnay!
Two years ago, Angelo Regalado fell out of the sky and into my life. I was sitting on a bench, passing time, and admittedly, waiting. He sat by my side and said, “Hello. I’m Angelo.” He became my best friend in an instant. Now, I don’t know if I became his best friend right there and then, but he was most certainly mine.
Angelo once waited for me for two hours (or, I guess, three months) at the airport, and when I arrived, he greeted me with that I-couldn’t-be-happier-to-see-you face on, which I couldn’t be happier to see too. Even before I got home, I knew I was home.
For two incredibly quiet people, we would talk a whole lot. And when we’re not talking, we would send text messages, picture messages, flash messages, audio messages, IMs, and e-mails. I’m pretty sure there have been some telepathic exchanges in between there too. We would hang out at his house often enough that his seven-year-old brother Donatello once coyly called me his “new best friend.” We would play games like we used to back in grade school. He’d laugh at my lack of game skills – not the mean hyena kind of laugh but the happy kind, the one that wouldn’t make you feel like a loser even if you are. We would watch Arrested Development episodes together, and always find everything Gob does funny even if we’ve seen it before. He would help me do investigative reports, even if that means him falling off a river. He would even go to rallies with me. He would read my short stories and not say they’re crappy because I’m sure they are.