You are a good friend. Even when I'm having a crappy day, and I say/do really mean things to you you're a decent friend. At times, you're a douche, but in that same sense, you're only a jerk because you're honest. You keep me honest, even when I want to remain delusional.
Also, I think you're the one person that I have consistently been friends with for three years, which is amazing. I've been friends with you longer than I've been friends with Bekka.
And I still can't remember your birthday, or Bekka's but whatever. You hold my crap when I ask you too, and don't throw it on the ground like some people do, and in a weird way you motivate me to do my work, because let's face it: someone has to do it.
Sometimes I want to punch you in the face, or yell at you-- but then I don't because I remember what a cool person you've been. Another thing, who else would want to make fun of other people like Kenne with me, or just cause mischief in general?
Don't die, or..... I don't know. The threat will probably involve gay men and your grave, and a lot of hot steamy....... vegetables.