cupcake pie

I hung up and realized I should probably remind myself for future situations. A 55 Minute conversation with Genevieve ending at 3:05 in the morning. Nothing feels more like home than talking with her. If I was held at knife point and asked who knows me better, who loves me more, and who I can be most honest with I would have a hard time between her, on the other side of the country who I'm lucky if I get to see once a year, and my boyfriend who I live with every day. She's so much a part of my every day footsteps. She is somehow always in the back of my mind.

I feel so contrived trying to explain our relationship, so I'll chalk it to the couple of beers and lack of sleep. I just know I would throw some elbows for that bitch.

I have to go take off my boots and crawl into bed with Ted now. He knows me so well too... I love him more than cupcakes... but do I love cupcakes more than pie.

I don't quite know.

Sup Ya'll.