Gecko, only you would try to cheer me up with sex-metaphors and songs about not going suicidal. Trust me, I don't think many other people I know would.

And I'll be honest with you. You're not really a friends yet. But you're on your way girl, you're on your way towards that place when I store them. Deep inside my heart where I give you guys honey and wine and cry for your sake so that you always can be the amazing people you are.

Thank you. From the bottom of my crooked and strange heart, thank you.