Anonymity: the process by which a person gradually turns into my best friend, beginning with the hat, and then the giggling, then the awesome.

Tattoo, The Who

I have a dorky friend called Anonymous, who sticks his enormous Jewish nose into the business of everyone within a hundred mile radius, who contrives to be the biggest hypocrite I know and simultaneously the biggest source of love in my life, who always manages to find a solution to whatever problem I selfishly throw at him every day, whose arms are always open to anyone who needs it, who is irritatingly modest with his musical genius, and whose willingness to protect the people who matter has inspired me to change my priorities since meeting him. He's a reclusive wanker, but 99.9% of the time I've known him, he's been the most loving, giving, talented, brilliant guy in the world, and I'm lucky to know him.

And besides. I'm a bigger wanker than he is, in many ways.

Happy blanket times.

So hey, Anonymous. I don't know why I'm feeling the need to write this. Maybe it's some way of making up for the incalculable amount of love you've enveloped me in since we met. All the little messages to say "have some love", just for when I need it and all. Thank you, bender. Have some love. For whenever you need it.

So. Yeah. That's him. He's a good one, he is. I like him. Everyone should. Anyone who doesn't is an emotionless sociopath. Fact.

Quote of the Day: HRRAAAARRRRGGGHHH. [Anon]