samanthakayne

'i'm gonna tell you what i like, you can tell me what you like,
'cause it ain't no thing for me to book you a flight.
or better yet we can charter a jet,
i'll take you to foreign countries that you ain't been yet.
after a month i know your feelings gettin stronger,
'cause when we on the phone now we conversate longer.
you know i want ya, i ain't playin with your mind.
i just wanna spend time
if that's cool.
i'm fightin' tempation 'cause ain't nobody like you.'

do i just attract chaos, or what? lol. at a play with a friend yesterday, waitin for it to start, my phone rings. ouch. well, at least it rang before the play actually started to remind me to turn it off, right? i decide to go ahead and answer it, wander outside 'cause it's so gorgeous. it's my ex (still my best friend, don't sweat that part). i can't quite make out what he's saying - cell to cell call - something about hitting his head, not bleeding as bad, and then he cuts out. i try to call back, he doesn't answer. i watch the first act, try to call again. still no answer. now i'm fuckin freaking out, so i call a mutual friend who just lives a few blocks away to go check on him, just sure he's lying on the bathroom floor bleeding to death. he himself calls me about an hour later - he didn't answer the phone 'cause he was on it. GRR he's fine, by the way. he's lucky i didn't kill him myself, but... he's okay. but he had freaked me out so bad i kept him with me all night, lol.

well... until my tuck in phone call that's private.

and then all that yesterday made me such a space cadet that i totally spaced buying the dog more food. he's got one of those food dishes that stores food in it. i knew it was almost empty, but really thought i had more in the laundry room. nope. oops. so, today for breakfast he got a cup of food and a bunch of crumbled up cookies... rough life