Because He's Mr.Brightside?

Hi Parker. This is for you because we're not chatting right now for some reason? You're in not the best mood, and I'm sorry. But that's my fault because you couldn't come over today. Which I hate. But there's a Pep Band Game in two hours and I get to see you. Which is good. Actually, it's great. Because you make me smile and not a lot can do that these days. Like, a real smile. Where I look like a crazy Asian lady. And you care about me. And you sit at my house and play with duct tape with me. And you tell me I'm pretty when I'm in the hospital. And you're a foot taller than me, and I can hide when I hug you. Speaking of which. I love your hugs. Because yeah. You're you, and I just like you. I don't know why I'm ranting about all of this. I mean, it's not my fault that my heart beats really fast and you point it out and I laugh like a freak. And you come to see me when I'm really rough. And you make me laugh when all I want to do it sit on my floor and cry. And you sit on the phone with me at two in morning when I'm shivering and watching Batman and ranting about something really really stupid and you make me stop to just say that you miss me. And you're you and you hate everything that I hate about this stupid place. Like roller coasters, and stupid people. And you make me stop threatening people. Which is something that no one's ever even thought about doing. And we talk about how we're both really clumsy and hated who we used to be. And we have nine kids and I know that Lauren is secretly your favorite too, just because she's creepy like me. You're weird and I'm weird and that's the end of that story. Because I like you. And now I'm just ranting about pointless crap, but you're used to that? I guess I just miss you. I hate that we don't get to hang out all of the time, but that's what makes it better when we do? Yeah, well for me anyway. This is random, but I also like it when we're in your car going down the road with Mr. Brightside blaring. And when ice cream gets all over my lap because we're stupid and we leave it on the dashboard and it's snowing outside and I'm freezing and all we can do is laugh. And when we creep out little kids with our face paint. I'm going to end this now, because you're not even online anymore. Just stalk my blog, kiddo. You're all over it. Because you're the only thing I think about these days.