heh, no, no, im not. right now im really happy and dare i say near giddy?

no, i dare not, for thats a lie. i am happy, im just not all wee!

heh.

holda doggie hold the dog.

im eating lucky charms. out of a brand new spankin new first time used new arthur bowl.

im eating with my arthur bowl.

twere a set, you see.

yes.

lucky charms: the best cereal on earth.

right now, at least.

im all paint stained and scruffy like right now. and im not going to shower, so woohoo for tomorrow morning and early hot showers.

hot hot hot.

just like me.

heh, no.

well. i know you find me damn attractive and yes, you still lust for me (i cant blame you. what, with me all modest and everything)and, yes, you find me hot hot hot.

i'm blushing.

shucks.

heh.

ah. so, yes. where was i... impala.

thats where i was.

if i had an impala i'd knock the i off. then i'd have a mpala.

but i'd tell everyone it was a "mmmmmmmm"pala.

wink wink nudge nudge.

heh.

woo.

oh, i need front bench seats. that's becoming almost a definite.

i have three requirements for any future car(s):

1) they must not smell.

well, they must not smell FUNNY.

not funny ha ha either. funny ha ha i could accept.

2) they must have a radio.

the people in the car next to crayon must be entertained as crayon gets down to lucky.

oh britney spears how your insightful lyrics pulls and tugs my heart strings every time.

you rock on with your bad self.

heh.

yeah.

alright.

3) it must run.

yes, that's my third requirement. they're in order, too.

i really dont like bad smelling cars, you see.

dun de dun dun

too blind to see that... in the end its going to be me.

time to get serious for a moment:

its funny how nights with the stars heating in the summer and honeysuckle on the breeze will always remind me of you. i know no one else will ever replace you or come close to replacing you in that equation with summer nights and honeysuckle and, yes, maybe even nights sitting across from each other on the hammock asking questions.

you know what night im talking about.

ill never forget it.

and you'll make people jealous, perhaps, because, yes, you will always have a part of me no one else will touch.

and i believe you'ld say the same of me for you.

its an accepting somewhat unacknowledged truth in us both.

but when i wake up, late summer nights, and stand at the window with a hand against the window pane and i hear, from the bed, what're you thinking of, and your name rests on my tongue, i wont say it.

ill smile and maybe theyll know.

and hopefully, if they know, they'll understand. and be thankful for you in my life, because i am who i am because of you.

and ill smile and turn back around and join them in bed.

and never once wish it was you.

far long into the future.