ilovemonkeiz

location: My room.

mood: bouncy

music: Jimmy Eat World.

I lied. No gumdrops will be involved in this post. It has more to do with bongs than gumdrops. I just like them. =) Gumdrops, not bongs. God no, not bongs.
What do smiles have to do with bongs? A lot. In my case? My Mitchell didn't hit it today. =D Not that he does every day. But he has been getting high lately. And it's made me sad. And today, he threw away all of his smoking stuff and didn't hit the bong while his brother and said brother's friends were (which means I must beat the shizznat out of my Devin). He told me and I swear, my jaw dropped. And now I can't stop smiling. I wish I could give him a cookie, but Betty ate them all. So then I'd want to give him a hug, you know, but he's only slightly far away. More than slightly. But I'm sure he knows I want to hug him. I was like, "I'm so proud of you right now."
I've been lecturing the spaghetti out of his unghetto ass since, well, like, day one, I think. And I know he's quitting smoking starting the New Year, but this is just like... I don't even know. I'm just... Happy. Surprise, no? In fact, it is.
So, I dedicate this and it's entirety to my Mitchell, who just made my day, even more than Abraham in his muscle shirt. =)