Do they make dudes more awesome than Tim? I dunno. Coolest nicest dude. Tim and I shared a room together for seven months. SEVEN MONTHS. He slept on an air mattress in my cramped LA room for seven months and I never wanted to kill him. I think he only ever wanted to kill me once or twice. That’s a solid friendship. I remember one time Tim and I were drinking and Tim told me some embarrassing story about a mutual friend. We giggled about it. Whatever, it’s what groups of friends do. The next day he e-mailed to apologize and retract, feeling guilty for razzing a friend while drunk. I know, right? It’s that kind of genuine good-hearted attitude that I want to surround myself with all the time. Kind and cool. Be more like Tim.
Happy Birthday Tiiiiiim. You are amazing.
My favorite thing to do with Tim is to get him drunk so he’ll make fun of all our friends.
Wait, oh, am I missing the point here?
Anyway, Tim’s a good drawer. And he always looks smiley saying, ‘Hi, Ali!’ when I walk in the room. I like that. Happy Birthday!
