you dig everything of which i'm ashamed. there's not anything to which you can't relate.

was it the phone call that lasted from 11:40pm until 5:05am?

no.

was it the cute accent that only came out on certain words?

nope.

the giggle?

close. so, so close, but no.

the lack of a filter that you seem to have only when you talk to him, drunk OR sober?

eek.

the hundred other things that you meant to write down/remember but didn't?

no.


no if i had to pick just one thing it would be the following words:

you: if you call me, kimberly locke will answer my phone.

me: what?!

you: i don't know what i'm saying.

me: (laughing)

you: but you need to stop thinking of me in my underwear.

me: um, i'm so not dude. you are the one that keeps bringing it up.

you: what? what am i saying?

me: um yeah, exactly. goodnight.


and p.s. just for the record, no matter how hard you tried to push it, you are and were the ONLY one who was entertaining thoughts of you in your underwear my friend.