space-oddity's Diaryland Diary

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this morning

i'm the girl who calls your house and tells you that your movies are late.
yeah, you hate me.
that's okay. i don't mind. really.
i've been calling this one house for the past week, and the girl with the movies is never home (about two weeks ago she went marilyn monroe crazy and rented five of miss monroe's movies), so i've been calling every morning around eleven/eleventhirtyish, and every single time her roommate/boyfriend/husband has answered the phone,
and every single time i simply melt to pieces.
this man has the sweetest voice. he's always asleep when i call.
with his sweet, sugar-coated, sleepy, "hello," he answers the phone.
i ask if she's there.
he says she is not.
i ask him to give her the message,
and nicely, he says that he will;
i say i'm sorry for bothering him and waking him up.
he cheerily, but sleepily, says that it's okay, not a problem, he doesn't mind.
he sounds like he's smiling,
and just by hearing his voice, i want to wake up next to this man every morning for the rest of my life.
he could be a complete demon, an ogre, a total piece o' crap,
but i'm in love with him every time he answers that telephone.

4:50 p.m. - 2001-10-25

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