Apples
I went apple picking! Yay! I always have oodles of fun. There's plenty of trees and space for everyone so you never feel crowded. In fact, you hardly see anyone else. I've <3ed it since I was like, five. I loved to just run around, spin, lie in the grass... all that. And guess what...? I STILL DO!
Once Upon a Time in an Orchard...
The wind calls you. Follow it... Go. GO!
Jumping, spinning and laughing.
King of the Orchard.
NOTE: I had a plastic bag in the pocket of my sweatshirt, which makes my tummy look HUGE. ew.
Yay wasn't that fun.
Okay, so you know that night when I had did my tete a tete thing avec monkeyfeet63. So I was wondering how he totally deciphered the three things that were on my mind. After a while, I realized that they were kinda posted in my LJ. Turns out that the kid's been lurking around here for 'a few months'. I did drop jaw to floor thing this morning when I found out. Sly clever kid. Like a snake, except not. More like intelligent teddy bear. The kind that's really fun to spank. But then, I'm on no abuse terms with the kid. I suppose shaking one by the shoulders so that their head bobs back and forth doesn't count, does it? Man, it feels like I've been acquainted with him for like, three decades. Nope, the count's still on three months. I even remember how I met him.
So... Ileana's in line with her dad on the first day of that summer college camp thingy. Only a small handful of the people there went to the same school as moi. Long, slow, tedious line never moves. Ileana browses the room and observes the new faces. The guy behind moi had like, a patch of red in his hair. And a brown coat thingy on a hot summer day. Ileana does a mental ? and notes the resemblance between John Kerry and the parent of dude with red hair. That dude will of course, turn out to be the bravissimo monkeyfeet63. Don't remember anything bout the kid till one day when Ileana was trying to revive her DDR skills. I was dancing past hour or so with this girl when I look over and find her missing. In her place was monkeyfeet63, the best male DDR player I've met since three and a half years ago. That set the wheel spinning. And the rest, my dear fwendies, is history.
To the future!!!
Once Upon a Time in an Orchard...
The wind calls you. Follow it... Go. GO!
Jumping, spinning and laughing.
King of the Orchard.
NOTE: I had a plastic bag in the pocket of my sweatshirt, which makes my tummy look HUGE. ew.
Yay wasn't that fun.
Okay, so you know that night when I had did my tete a tete thing avec monkeyfeet63. So I was wondering how he totally deciphered the three things that were on my mind. After a while, I realized that they were kinda posted in my LJ. Turns out that the kid's been lurking around here for 'a few months'. I did drop jaw to floor thing this morning when I found out. Sly clever kid. Like a snake, except not. More like intelligent teddy bear. The kind that's really fun to spank. But then, I'm on no abuse terms with the kid. I suppose shaking one by the shoulders so that their head bobs back and forth doesn't count, does it? Man, it feels like I've been acquainted with him for like, three decades. Nope, the count's still on three months. I even remember how I met him.
So... Ileana's in line with her dad on the first day of that summer college camp thingy. Only a small handful of the people there went to the same school as moi. Long, slow, tedious line never moves. Ileana browses the room and observes the new faces. The guy behind moi had like, a patch of red in his hair. And a brown coat thingy on a hot summer day. Ileana does a mental ? and notes the resemblance between John Kerry and the parent of dude with red hair. That dude will of course, turn out to be the bravissimo monkeyfeet63. Don't remember anything bout the kid till one day when Ileana was trying to revive her DDR skills. I was dancing past hour or so with this girl when I look over and find her missing. In her place was monkeyfeet63, the best male DDR player I've met since three and a half years ago. That set the wheel spinning. And the rest, my dear fwendies, is history.
To the future!!!