I know I'm not stupid
What does it mean? When...
...one can understand the index of a book, but the text makes you feel dizzy? I know I couldn't read it myself because of whatever undiagnosed, learning compromise. Love that about me. Don't ask me to decipher written directions. Sorry...wrong number. I have a number problem.
I think I could probably take a lot more of it in if someone read it to me in a masculinely, soothing voice. One of those voices that should have claimed major title to audio airwaves but didn't. Deserved to.
A voice that could give me the thrill of being with my own private d.j. perhaps under a cool tin roof.
When is our anniversary, handsome?