Zeeba At The Park

I am sitting here on a hot, breezy morning, sunlight dappling through the leaves to pepper my too-light legs with much needed sunlight. While I sit here, legs stretched out on my red and yellow blanket littered with embroidered strawberries, I can hear the zeeba girl yelling at Mark.

"Mark! Maaaaark!!! MARRRRKKKKKK!" She wants to show him everything she sees. I find my roommate and my boyfriend quite like each other. This is a very good thing indeed.