Yeah, him. Dabble...
Ah well, I still love him for it. I love him. Everything. From the fluffy feather boas to the angry zombie of a man he became when he's deprived of his early morning caffein. Well. Maybe not so much the last part, but you catch my drift. I love Gerard. I really, really do.
Love him. Well, I suppose he does feed me skittles. In very peculiar ways, might I add. Ways that should happen more often, if I do dare to add.
My short way of saying happy birthday!