Bloglander

Little miss brunette with curly locks, tall and slender, I saw you
wondering about the park the other day. You looked like you were
meditating, looking deep into your soul, trying to tap into your inner
voice and then, all of a sudden you were angry. Your eyebrows came
together, and I couldn't tell for sure but from a distance it appeared that
you were groaning with demise, but that was even cute. As soon as I got up
the guts to come talk to you, you joined a huddle underneath the clock
tower. I don't know if it was a cult meeting or what (fyi, I'm okay with
that), but you started talking to blonde girl. She was hot. Well, I'm
usually camping out just north of the tower. Find me sometime.