13 October 2011

he is good to me

I toy with my gas tank. Tempt the big E and avoid filling up until I have no other choice.
"I'm busy," is my excuse. Mind you, I do manage to find a moment once the little light blips on. Go figure.
But then, sometimes, when I've trudged to the car and realized now is one of those find-a-moments because last I checked the tank was empty, the tank is miraculously on F.
Fairies? A faulty memory? Or a man in my life who knows how to take good care?
I'd rather have Jake than fairies. Easy choice.

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