You've Made Me Incredibly Happy, Master

This is why I bow down to you, Master GD. This is why you own my soul.

While I don't think you read all of BIGBANG Friday, I think you read the first few entries of the day. Probably this one, because it was all nice and I even mentioned GaHo. I think that solidified this new 'do of yours.

I am absolutely in love with this look, love. Really, I was so excited seeing it. Because not only is it fierce and awesome and just totally works on you ... but it's black. I know I accepted your blonde, but I have been not-so-secretly wishing for you to return to your natural, dark roots. I'm so glad you did this. Because I really just want you ten times more than I wanted you before.

And that's a lot of want.

What I find kind of funny is that I've been jokingly saying for maybe three weeks now that you're going to retaliate against me and demand my attention by shaving your head. And you kind of, partially did shave it. You shaved the underlayers.

Oh, man ... just thinking of your hair without the gel and styling products, shagging in your face as you're looking down, dripping with sweat from the vigorous thrusting. Babe, you're going to have to buy me another headboard. I know we're going to completely obliterate it.

Seriously, I should probably invest in a bedroom furniture set that doesn't have a headboard on the bed. The salesmen at Rooms-to-Go love it when I come in once a damn week. I think one of them even bought a new car off the commission they made from my last few purchases.

Ji, try to scream out "TKPA!" when you're performing "Breathe" during your solo concert. Instead of saying, "I know you want it, baby," you should say, "I know you want it, TKPA."

And then I will scrounge up enough money for a plane ticket, fly to Seoul, and beg YG to hire me as your personal assistant/sex slave for ninety days, which is when my American passport will expire and the South Korean government will kick me out of the country.

TKPA