I would just like to say thanks.
Party because it is thanksgiving and it only seems appropriate, and partly because things have been kind of rough lately and that always reminds me of how many things are going well in my life.
To the lovely people of the 46th ward, half of whom I'm sure don't know I exist, you inspire me to be a better person every single sunday, thanks.
To all the boys who broke my heart this year, for without them I would not have written some of the best music I have ever written, thanks.
To my boss who brought me kneaders for breakfast the other day, totally unexpected, thanks.
To the ridiculously annoying dog next door, without whom I probably would have slept in a lot more and got less accomplished... if that is even possible. Thanks.
To my friend Michael Wright, who constantly teaches me about silent courage. Thanks.
To my design teacher, who terrorizes me half the time, but who drove me to embark on a Switzerland adventure, thanks.
To Daxton, my 5 year old neighbor, for making me laugh, thanks.
To the Mailman for bringing me important stuff, thanks.
To my mom, there are not enough words to even express... thanks.
To Project Free TV for supplying me with free TV when I couldn't pay the cable bill, thanks.
To Julianne Brough for reminding me how simply wonderful it is when you discover a new band that you love... and for inspiring me to follow my dreams. Thanks.
And to all the people who forgive my faults, and love me anyway. Thanks.
I had a wonderful Thanksgiving, I hope you did too.
