Miss. Lizzza
Monday, December 15, 2008
I feel like running up to Sam (possibly running him over but I'm not a frickin' rhino.. so my sad attempt to bulldoze him over would resemble that of a small but mighty mouse trying mighty hard to push over a raging tiger-and a tiger he is indeed.) and wrapping him up in a Elephant Hug cuz a Bear Hug's just not big enough.Why?
Because Sam has a good heart.
The reason is simple. And it's always been there, but sometimes overlooked like most things when it's like Duh...
We don't think about breathing, it's just there. And we don't think about our loyal lil' hearts, never failing to beat to the rhythm of our being-that which pumps the blood TO feed the brain TO feel the emotions TO fight the situations TO make or break the silence.
Wow, sorry about that, these little poetic impulses just kinda rush in and out of me from time to time..gotta let it out you know? "Better in then out I always say!" Shrek the ogre (he knows his shit for sure) Annnnnyways! Back on topic. Sam (tee-he-hee *gigggle like a fruity-tuity, lovey-dovey little silly crushing girly-girl* I love Sam.)
Sam has a good heart. And I've always saw that I know, but lately when I see how some guys can just be pieces-of-shitface-mother-fuckers, I guess I appreciate my babyboo just that much more! So I'm a lucky girl. (and he's a lucky boy too) Sam would NEVER do any shit like that.
Sam cooks for me. (that's a major plus! hehe)
I sleep on Sam.
Sam sleeps on my lap like a baby boy.
I sleep with Sam.
I jump on Sam.
Sam jumps on me.
Sam carries me on his back.
I carry Sam on my back..for a short stumbling period of time.
I kiss Sam.
I bite Sam.
I give my loyal lil' heart to Sam.
And I know, I have all his love...which fills me up with this desire to do what I have describe at the beginning of this blog. It's all love baby! ELEPHANT HUG!
