I'd like to think I'd make a good cowgirl. This morning, me and my pony, Alfonzo, took a ride to the center of the earth and back. Along the way, we slurped peaches, a juicy watermelon, four hardboiled eggs, and a stale corndog (found sitting by its lonesome in the display case of the local Korean deli). We rode across hot desert sand, teetered ontop frosted peaks, and crept into wild jungles where only fuzzy antelope roam. We plucked flowers from dewy vines and wrapped ourselves in bark only to find a throng of Mexican warships tucked inside our nether regions. It was a day of days as days go. A day compiled of Fs and Rs and Is and Ds and As and Ys. A day I will try my best... but probably will... remember to forget.
