I was explaing to my mom the other night what it meant to *heart* something. For example, I *heart* this keyboard.
No no, you don't understand. I *heart* it. Badly. With a devotion so strong and solid that it is unknown to but a few other people on this planet.
And never will.
12 January 2006
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