Feb 24, 2007 09:10
Apparently if you want to get my attention, the best way to do so is by calling at 5 am.
As my mind completely unraveled, I let my subconscious blather-on about Atlanta and cats. It doesn't take much to keep your attention once I finally get it. You spat out some impressive names that rang a bell (...somewhere). Meanwhile, my mind was a cloud drifting o'er some stupid sea. Even I don't know what I was going on about. It's been years since you've sounded that sober, and part of me feels bad for missing it. Let's face it: you want to cuddle with my itty-bitty face and feed me nummy-wummy cookies that you made out of wuv from your ittle-bittle heart. This is either the world's oldest game of tag or you like me. Don't worry - I won't tell your friends.
It's funny how, over the last four years of my life, the only consistent thing has been my inconsistency with you.