Just 30 tweets later... All the peeps I've heard from my tweeps have added a new level of symphony to my soul's song.
9/10/11... I see angels in the heavens.
Will YOU BELIEVE me if I tell YOU?
OPEN YOUR EYES. LOOK UP to the skies.
Angels are here taking notes.
(I'm not kidding.)
I spotted this petite gem puff in the East Village. At the awkward time of her puberty's prime when all others her age would be attempting invisibility, she was dancing like a beyond-the-stars champion.
Only one thing she wore was not orange, beige or pale, but it was made of disco-sequins in every shimmying shade of true blue. If she could twist it, snap it, twirl it, or tap it, she was... ARE YOU? EXCLAMATiON POiNT!
