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apples to applesI find that I have an ever-increasing number of blog entries titled the same as this one you're casually glancing across right now.
It's an interesting facet of my blogging life lately.
At any rate, here I am MySpacing around (I know, I know, stone me as a traitor), and look what I find: one o' them good ol' ASCII art things that people find some solace in sending to each other, mostly hoping they'll spread it around enough that they get it back.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Heck, I have to valiantly battle the urge myself.
But this one, in the light of my more-or-less (and, unfortunately, probably the latter) romantic adventuring of late, this one caught my eye.
How cute, it's a tree.
(I looked for the "dark sarcasm" smiley, but you'll all have to deal with just the computer hate missile instead.)
-----------------Girls--------------------
------------are like apples---------------
--------on trees. The best ones-----------
------are at the top of the tree.---------
----The boys dont 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 boy to------
----- come along, the one who's-----------
----------- brave enough to---------------
--------------climb all-------------------
-------------- the way--------------------
-------------to the top-------------------
------------ of the tree.-----------------
Is this...
Seriously?
Should I be taking notes, or what?
I never was very good at climbing trees...
Looks like it's time to learn.
(read: I'm no good at this. Wish me luck, suckas.)
It's an interesting facet of my blogging life lately.
At any rate, here I am MySpacing around (I know, I know, stone me as a traitor), and look what I find: one o' them good ol' ASCII art things that people find some solace in sending to each other, mostly hoping they'll spread it around enough that they get it back.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Heck, I have to valiantly battle the urge myself.
But this one, in the light of my more-or-less (and, unfortunately, probably the latter) romantic adventuring of late, this one caught my eye.
How cute, it's a tree.
(I looked for the "dark sarcasm" smiley, but you'll all have to deal with just the computer hate missile instead.)
-----------------Girls--------------------
------------are like apples---------------
--------on trees. The best ones-----------
------are at the top of the tree.---------
----The boys dont 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 boy to------
----- come along, the one who's-----------
----------- brave enough to---------------
--------------climb all-------------------
-------------- the way--------------------
-------------to the top-------------------
------------ of the tree.-----------------
Is this...
Seriously?
Should I be taking notes, or what?
I never was very good at climbing trees...
Looks like it's time to learn.
(read: I'm no good at this. Wish me luck, suckas.)
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