This morning’s run (four miles, yay) was accompanied by a full moon hidden behind a veil of clouds.
And this song in my mind…
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Go fetch the lyrics.
I’m a little glowing friend
Found at Steph’s, who found it wandering on the internet and gave it a nice home:
“Jack Bauer does not let women on top during sex.
Why?
Because Jack Bauer never fucks up.”
Me? I fuck up all the time =P
I knew what she was thinking when she caught my eye
Da doo ron ron ron da doo ron ron
She looked so quiet but my oh my
Da doo ron ron ron da doo ron ron
Yes
she caught my eye
Yes
my oh my `
And when I walked her home
Da doo ron ron ron cla doo ron ron
Somebody – make. it. quit.