Missing The Bootie

Bootie left today. There's a strange feeling floating at home. I'm alone. Scared to go to bed tonight. I'll hear sounds. Did I just see something in the dark?? I won't be able to breathe. It's only been a few hours since Bootie left and I already find myself depressed cause I'm alone. Am I dependent on snuggle time? Dependent on spooning? Oh god yes. Yes I am.

I don't know what to do with myself. I can't spend money, because that would be the solution to my not knowing what to do. There are stores out there!! A shit load of stores. I could shop to ease the pain of me being alone. Alone without Bootie. But I won't. I promised I wouldn't spend money unless I went raving mad and needed THAT Bratz doll!! No, no I won't. I will only spend money on something to eat, gas, perhaps a Cosmo magazine that talks about love, sex and how to deal when your bootie goes. Yeah, I could do that. But then it would only make me depressed. I then start to think...."cookies!" And then start to feel like cookies will ease my pain, finally.

Oh poo, forget the cookies. I can have a chocolate cake instead! Am I feeding my pain? No. I just want to have it. But I won't. I start to think of the horrible things that happen when cookies and cake are near by. How bad it is for you. Oh sooo good, who am I kidding?!! I start to think, "I should have gone to the supermarket. Crap!" But then start to remember the other side of me telling the other side, no. Cause you know, there are two sides of a person. Or maybe that's just me?

I'm alone. Well not alone. I have a few friends in the clo - what? I think it's time to go downstairs and eat a cookie.

I miss my Bootie. Oh Bootie, wherefore art thou Bootie? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Crazy ass.

Cookie time.