Lothar of the Hill People

So many years ago today…

Aw, baby, had hoped to find time to put together some nice words for you, but here it is nearing midnight, and I'm only just now wrapping things up for the night on that work thing…

I don't even remember what got this into my head… probably was gonna write something about walking with women or something… but do you remember the SNL skit Lothar of the Hill People?

Shit. Sorry. That's, like, the whole thought, lol.

Oh, man. Maybe I shouldn't be trying to write. Maybe I should be reading instead… maybe I'll go find you a fun little story, something maybe I'd like to write tonight, if my brain weren't fried…

Well. The good news is: I finished my task. I knew I would. I always do. That's why I'm sure one of these days, whatever the triple scale barometer reads today…

You will be mine, one day. And I will be yours. Whether you accept it yet or not.

I mean, baby. Only reason I even want that perfect skinsuit is because I wanna get to that heart that inhabits it. So you can put up your walls, you can put up your defenses, you can pump so much energy into those shields the Scotty'll start mumbling some indistinct Scottish curses…

But I know what I want.

And I know I'm gonna get it.

It'll take a little time.
Might take a little crime.

But, baby. You will come undone, by my hand.

And I am not talking about your body here.

(though… yeah… that will, too)

Anyhow.

Just. To reiterate.

I am in love with the whole of you.

So.

Deal with it. M'kay?

I'm goin' to bed.

After sippin' a little Mad Dog 20/20.

You know, the very elegant wine, the type of wine with a lovely screw top…

Er. Something. Never mind. Lol.

‘night love.

Love you.
Me.