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A little while ago, I was honored by being "blogged forward"- you say something nice about a blogger and then they pass it on to someone else and so on. Someday I'll learn the name of the boy that passed it on to me, and I'll keep it a secret for my very own. IA is neopolitan ice cream on the inside and I adore him.

It's hard to find a boy who's good to you. I mean honestly good to you. Who looks out for you and draws pictures of you holding hands. Who tells you 10 things you could never repeat to your mother for every 1 that you could. Who fixes everything you break on your website and never gets annoyed at your questions, who actually cares that you understand why. Who talks about vegetables to you and the Quiznos lady at the same time when he calls you on his lunchbreak and is ordering a sandwich. Who accidentally ships the present he bought for you to himself so he sends you a new one, because how could you live without seeing this movie? Who won't tell you what that present is beforehand, even when you're pretending to cry, because it would ruin the surprise. Who can turn the word "no" into the funniest and best thing you've heard all day. Who listens to you and corrupts you and supports you until one day you realize he's turned into some sort of ridiculous older brother and an amazing friend.

But, the cynical jerk inside him thinks blog it forward is a stupid chain letter. And so I will do what I know he'd really want and forward it to someone else instead and also include a swear word:

I officially blog forward to Estella because she is fucking spectacular in that spanish way where you roll the r at the end.