Well, I've had a pretty crappy day.
Everything has kind of been going wrong for me. It all just kind of snowballed into one giant mess of blah, and to top things off my fucking sister lit me the fuck on fire.
I have a mild burn on my back, but luckily I was able to extinguish the flame before things got ugly. Also, I shit you not, if you're on fire, stop, drop, and fucking ROLL. ROLL FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE, BECAUSE IT WILL SAVE YOU.
But anyways, yeah, I'm feeling pretty shitty, but that's not the point here.

This drawing is for Jacques, my fuzzy lionboy. I'm so thankful to have him with me. You have no idea how many late nights he's stayed up way past his normal sleep time (even when he needed it most) just to comfort me, talk to me and help me out with a lot of things. Even though we've only been together for a year and a half, it feels like forever. Despite our miffs and quarrels, or our silly debates on whether or not England really is better than Germany, or even how we argue about which side of the Ritz cracker you put cream cheese on, you're the best thing that could have happened to me, and I'd never trade you for any other guy in the world, even if they do put cream cheese on the bottom side of the cracker. You've put up with my stubbornness, my raging PMS, my tendency to horde the bedsheets whenever they're around, be it on the bed or on the couch, and have sat through so many crying sessions with me that you probably feel like a therapist; I don't even know how to start to thank you.

I love ya', lionboy.