There are more than 25 of them, but they’re still pretty random. If I didn’t use your real name, it’s because I used the name that I call you in my head.
Here’s to Bob, we used to call him ‘the Colonel’.
Here’s to Eric, who hates capris and Dockers.
Here’s to Heath, who thrashed his co-workers at Rock Band.
Here’s to Kirby, who has matching earrings for everything.
Here’s to Heather, who listens to Ani.
Here’s to Stevie, who went out with Gwen Stefani’s sister.
Here’s to Aisha, who used to be a gym rat and showed me how to like exercise.
Here’s to Lynn, who loves a Jeff Buckley cover.
Here’s to Austinindiecast, who has no gender as near as I can figure out.
Here’s to Christina, who along with Sean Eric calls ‘the hipster couple’.
Here’s to Brö, who told me that the bass solo in ‘You Can Call Me Al’ is a palindrome.
Here’s to Abbi’s mom, who’s seen ghosts.
Here’s to Lady Branwen, who speaks with ravens.
Here’s to Mason, who is always smiling when I picture him in my head.
Here’s to Casey, who has striped tights.
Here’s to Antares, who gave me a telescope.
Here’s to Spotty, I still like the cut of his jib.
Here’s to Content, who lives her dream.
Here’s to Star-Crossed Lady, who’s life is a faire.
Here’s to Threeve, who flipped off the camera.
Here’s to Suzanne, who likes turtles.
Here’s to Connor, who seems to have a thing about octopi.
Here’s to Tsarina Amanda, who makes pie.
Here’s to Andrea, who is not really scary.
Here’s to Uber Cubby, who pulls off a septum ring better than anyone else.
Here’s to Bean, goat-healer.
Here’s to Jerry, who is one of the pinkest people I’ve met.
Here’s to Fzks Cubby, starry bear man.
Here’s to Chuck, who has purple flowers in his yard.
Here’s to Robert, lover of cheese.
Here’s to Yansa, the buffalo wrestler.
Here’s to Charlie, one of my many secret crushes.
Here’s to Azzurra, who brought me the most delicious log.
Here’s to Nikki, a kind bud.
Here’s to Jen, who has freckles like I do.
Here’s to Miss Kick, who is a cute little bird in my imagination.
Here’s to Longshot, kilted but not royal or Canadian as far as I know.
Here’s to Dave Huggles, also known as Mr. Enthusiastic.
Here’s to Bob, we used to call him ‘the Colonel’.
Here’s to Eric, who hates capris and Dockers.
Here’s to Heath, who thrashed his co-workers at Rock Band.
Here’s to Kirby, who has matching earrings for everything.
Here’s to Heather, who listens to Ani.
Here’s to Stevie, who went out with Gwen Stefani’s sister.
Here’s to Aisha, who used to be a gym rat and showed me how to like exercise.
Here’s to Lynn, who loves a Jeff Buckley cover.
Here’s to Austinindiecast, who has no gender as near as I can figure out.
Here’s to Christina, who along with Sean Eric calls ‘the hipster couple’.
Here’s to Brö, who told me that the bass solo in ‘You Can Call Me Al’ is a palindrome.
Here’s to Abbi’s mom, who’s seen ghosts.
Here’s to Lady Branwen, who speaks with ravens.
Here’s to Mason, who is always smiling when I picture him in my head.
Here’s to Casey, who has striped tights.
Here’s to Antares, who gave me a telescope.
Here’s to Spotty, I still like the cut of his jib.
Here’s to Content, who lives her dream.
Here’s to Star-Crossed Lady, who’s life is a faire.
Here’s to Threeve, who flipped off the camera.
Here’s to Suzanne, who likes turtles.
Here’s to Connor, who seems to have a thing about octopi.
Here’s to Tsarina Amanda, who makes pie.
Here’s to Andrea, who is not really scary.
Here’s to Uber Cubby, who pulls off a septum ring better than anyone else.
Here’s to Bean, goat-healer.
Here’s to Jerry, who is one of the pinkest people I’ve met.
Here’s to Fzks Cubby, starry bear man.
Here’s to Chuck, who has purple flowers in his yard.
Here’s to Robert, lover of cheese.
Here’s to Yansa, the buffalo wrestler.
Here’s to Charlie, one of my many secret crushes.
Here’s to Azzurra, who brought me the most delicious log.
Here’s to Nikki, a kind bud.
Here’s to Jen, who has freckles like I do.
Here’s to Miss Kick, who is a cute little bird in my imagination.
Here’s to Longshot, kilted but not royal or Canadian as far as I know.
Here’s to Dave Huggles, also known as Mr. Enthusiastic.
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Date: Mar. 5th, 2009 08:31 pm (UTC)From:Bob's actually doing more goat healing this week than me. btw. :)