i want to go home, open the blinds to the grey weather, curl up under the über-blankie with my book and a mug of hot chocolate while listening to sloan cds on repeat. there’s something about the boppy presentation of dismal subjects their early albums provide which completely suits the strange, quiet, dark mood i’m in.
i want to talk to someone on the phone. then i want them to come over so we can cuddle on the futon. i want to have pizza for dinner. i want a giant version of my little lion, jamala, to cuddle with as i fall asleep (i tried with him last night, but he’s just too small to properly snuggle). in lieu, i’d be happy to be spooned. i want to hear a new accent. i want to feel the stubble on a man’s cheek.
greedy.
by the way, i’m wearing two pairs of socks today.
hmmmm. warm fuzzies… and two pairs of socks – perfect.
you’re in luck, i’m free tonight. for a good time, call 1-900-ANDY-LUV
for an extra $50, i’ll grow stubbles. just for you babe. ;)
i phoned that number and some woman asked me what i was wearing. when i asked for you she said that’d be extra.
<shrug> you get what you pay for. didn’t you see the money-back guarentee tatooed on my butt?
guarantee
dammit, i forgot to flip you over and check out your underside. *sigh*
hot chocolate – check
sloan cds – check
read book – check
pizza – check
cool… I’m wearing two pairs of underwear…
ok, not really, but I thought it sounded funny.