Sunday, October 15, 2006

apple tart

As I mentioned earlier this week, I get eerie spam. Here's an example from just this morning:

Girls are like apples on trees.
The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.
So the apples up top think something's wrong with them when in reality they're amazing.
They 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.

Photo by Seth Floyd