iPhones, I learned today, are supposed to do two things:
be held right side up and be used to find out if your racing heart means you're anemic.
"Is our fellow blogger anemic, iPhone?", you may be wondering, well bloggee's, I have not a clue! But my heart is like bathumpbathumpathumpa in a second when yours is just a thump in a minute.
And I am cold when Sunshine isn't wrapped around me.
If I just ran on love, I'd be fit as a fiddle. I'm getting these really concentrated doses of love right now, and it's high grade stuff. Can't get it anywhere but from this perfect dealer of love I know.
Please someone lasso the sun for me.
2 comments:
You deal smiles that I could run on for miles.
Get your lasso, I won't move.
Don't need a lasso if you can on my smiles.
Just don't move until I catch up with you; We'll run for miles together.
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