Friday, April 08, 2005

Dead Sexy / Dead Tired

I'm dragging, too much margarita, too much sex, not enough sleep.

Do I really care? Hell No.

Do I wish I were still in bed with you, warm and comfortable? Hell yes.

You made me love you last night. Just a little. I want that feeling back. Is there anything better than the feeling of caring for someone else? Of feeling like your heart is going to explode with joy at the connection you have made, even for one little instant? I want that, again and again. I'm not going to stop until I have someone to take care of and love. And pat him and feed him and name him george.

Off to work.


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