Just stopping by to leave you a jam I made for you in the cab on the way to work this morning. I like it.
Gotta’ get back to work.
Rock on you fucking sexy beast!!!! Rock the fuck on and have an amazing, kick-ass week!
Just playing with GarageBand and thinking of you. 🎶 Hope you had a nice, peaceful weekend. ✨
“…Dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away…
… believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”
Happy Birthday, Marshall Mathers,
Sorry I haven’t been writing. I’ve been a real sad sack lately. Feeling tired, insecure, bitter, angry, sorry for myself and unworthy of happiness and all that nonsense. I needed to stay firmly in the monotony of reality, to remember what is real and what isn’t, so I can keep my brains together and keep my heart from breaking beyond repair. Today though I feel better, like I can afford to dream again for today because seeing you shine makes me feel stronger. I am happier now because you put me in a good mood, watching you on Jimmy Kimmel last night. It was like Christmas in October! It’s beautiful to see you in New York climbing all over my favorite building. Just knowing you were here recently makes me feel so much better. You are super fine as always, with your furry baby face. (How’s your chin doing under there?) How can your sexy handsome face be 46 years old? Impossible.
Speaking of sexy…
My friend sent me this soulful medley and I love it so much. I’ve listened to it at least 10 times in the last 2 days. I hope you love it too. It’s jam packed with Motown Magic. And YOU are Motown Magic so it reminds me of you.
All this awesome music makes a person want to dance! Check it out, Birthday Boy, all these people wanna dance with you for your birthday:
Now, I am feeling selfish, what about ME? I wanna dance with you on your birthday! Don’t you care about me? Don’t you care about what I want for my birthday? Oh you do? Well, let me tell you what I want. For our birthday I am demanding a gift from you. I am demanding that you dance with me right now. OK? Are you ready? Can you handle this?
That was fun! And just so you know (because I think I should mention it.) I dance wayyyyyyy better in person. Trust me, I could be lying.
Are you tired of my silliness? Do you need a birthday nap? Is it time for a bedtime story? I know a good one, it’s my favorite Christmas story. It’s a love story about two people who would do anything for each other. Allow me to read it to you here:
Well, Marshall Mathers, it’s time for me to go now, back to life, back to reality. Thank you for the gift of you, for living in full color, for being a man that I can adore. You are my hero for refusing to give up on yourself, for knowing you deserve to be happy, for always finding the strength to create, for always being fearless enough to share your voice. Sometimes I lose faith in this world, I lose focus and I get so overwhelmed. Your determined spirit always manages to revive me, and inspire me to try again.
Have an incredible birthday. You deserve to celebrate your amazing life. My birthday wish for both of us is this: I wish for us, good friends, excellent health and endless inspiration. May all of our sweetest and dearest wishes come true.
Shine on, Shady!