A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Because I'm Obsessed
I love Fats so much. I hold her and sing to her and kiss her. (Okay I makeout with her.) But you would too if you held her.
The funny thing was, I didn't want to love her at first. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's becasue my mother was so ooey-gooey with her that it annoyed me, so I decided that I wouldn't. But then I would hold her on her back like a baby and see how much she loved it and how trusting she was that I couldn't help myself!