Dec 08, 2005 08:51
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy...
So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
This is kind of lame, but for whatever reason, aPEELed (ha!) to me. Get it? Peel? As in apple peel? Goodness...
I hope all you Marshallites will be making a stop in town for a few days. It will be great to see all your smiling faces again and hear some of your semester tales. Jon, we should do some running over break. I've been slacking for the past couple of months. You need to whip me into shape again. I've forgotten how to push myself. Plus, I need to hear about your love life. Do you realize I have hardly talked to you at all this semester? It went by so fast- and yet it feels like it was just yesterday that I was chatting with you on one of our walks around town.
I can't wait to see everyone!
This really wasn't an update.
Just an interjection.
Schneezes!