Today is my twenty-eighth birthday. I’m gonna watch music DVD’s all day. Besides my two doctor’s appointments. And my mom is making egg rolls for dinner and a strawberry cake!
She even signed a little note on it. She’s such a sweet person and I wasn’t expecting anything. Especially since it costs an arm and a leg to ship internationally. I know, I’ve done it. I’ve fucking shipped to Chile and it was holy shit expensive. But the look on his face was worth it.
I am so lucky to have such amazing, sweet friends. Gracias Valentina, te quiero mucho. Muchos abrazos y besos!
This was a gift from one of the coolest kids I’ve ever met in my 27 years. Dude, he looks just like a little Pat Smear. He even sounds like him. Awesome.
But this is even better, there was a gift note:
JAJAJAJAHAHAHAHAHAJAJAJAAJAJAJ! GRRRRRROHHHHHHHHHLLLLL LIIIIIMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Learned well about Grohl, the young padawan has. Herh herh herh.
Yes I am the dork who likes to speak like Yoda. And now I just thought of Hans Grohlo which may just be the best nickname ever. Besides Isadori. That’s just fuckin’ golden.
Anyway, thank you Joey. You’re epic.
Just a closeup of it. So fucking rad. PS that cake was scrumptious. My mom is such a badass for making it. I said she found it online and made it. Technically I showed it to her and said I wanted it and she surprised me and made it. I figured she’d just buy one. It still counts as a surprise if I showed it to her and then she made it, because I didn’t know she was gonna do that.
Still rad as fuck. Foo Fighters birthday cake. Fuck yeah.
She saw it on the internet like I did and made it for me. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Twenty-seven isn’t looking too bad, even if is only a few hours old.
Yay!!! Brandon y un pastel! Sí, por favor! Gracias! Muchos besos, un abrazo!
D’awwwww!!!! I may or
may not have squealed.