Putting It Down...

Umm, so yea not one but TWO calls this week. A new record, you all see. Some drunk ramblings last night caused me to hang up. (He thinks I need that shite?!)

So here I sit, and wait for phone to ring.

(None of these YET. But YET is there.)


(Right?)

And I seen those other girls; they're not that serious. I'm over it. Am hoping cousin who is 3/4 friendly or decent enough to pretend he is to me will at least keep girlfriend around long enough to call attention to the situation.

Am desperately wondering if I should call. Damn this game! Damn this phone! Damn the entire institution that turned me into this sick, sad person, endlessly waiting by the phone...

(Am slowly losing touch with reality, understand.)

Am wishing his friends would say, James, we now have better things to do than see you. As a last resort, I'd be called. But who wants that? That's scraping the barrell, correct? Correct.

(But I wouldn't be waiting by the phone!)

Me and Dionne at work decided, we need men with zero self-esteem. Men so shod from the world's finer graces that they've naught to do but wait for us. Call us. Buy us presents. Wouldn't I love that?

Am in deep, the picture is setting in.

Deep!