Sycamore

Last night i had a dream in which i kissed this girl with raven hair and bright eyes that were like serene ponds. It was mellow and romantic. Afterwards, stoked, she exclaimed, "Wow! I just made out with a girl!"

And i thought, "Eh! Done that." But i didn't say it out loud so as not to hurt her feelings.

So this morning i woke up longing for Buttercup's luscious lips. They were so soft and moist! It was a religious experience! I wondered when i'd see her again, if ever.

Which was cosmically remarkable because moments later i saw Derek II had left me a voicemail. From the lack of joy in his voice i conjectured he had not passed all his kidney stones yet. Plus it'd be a safe bet he was probably hungover : ) But he did say i was welcome to his Superbowl bash. Aww... it's nice to have an invite. But i ain't leaving the house today, i've decided from early on.

I do wonder if Buttercup is gonna be there.

And even though i don't care a lick about football, i will probably have the game on, just so i can imagine being in the same room as Buttercup. A girl can dream. : )