Don't throw up, Mikey

My sarcastic friend Mikey (here in a drunken photo with yours truly) says that it makes him want to throw up when I write one of my "life is so beautiful" posts. Yeah, he's a charming man. Not very subtle. But I love him to bits. Because I know he appreciates me. Apart from when I write sweet stuff. He can't handle it because he wishes his life was so beautiful too. I told him that and he admitted it. We've got a fantastic relationship. One day we might have our own company together somewhere in New York. We might get married too sometime. He's very smart and he's cute too. He's gay, but that doesn't really matter.

Anyway, the reason why I'm going on about this is that I felt like writing one of the "life is so beautiful" posts a moment ago. But then I thought about Mikey and how this would make him throw up and I wasn't so sure anymore. What about if he is in an office with a group of people while he reads it and then throws up all over the desk? That would be really embarrassing for him. Or, even worse, he could be in the middle of a presentation and gaze at my blog while his clients discuss something and then throw up all over his laptop and everyone would be disgusted and walk out and he would not get the project. That would be really bad and I would feel really guilty.

So all I'm going to mention now is that I feel good today. Although life is very busy, but we all know I'm a sucker for being busy. I won't say much more, for Mikey's sake. That's my way of telling him that I love him. That bastard.