Hard Up in the Forbidden Fruit Store

[Brittany]

I want to blame Bowers and Wilkins or Bruce Springsteen...

The whispering want my soul ached for swam out in a rush of music from his Marlboro Man-styled voice that seemed as if it could carry desperation over any distance.

I'm on Fire echoed in my ears, pulsating a reverberating need that saddled me with a desire which burned deeper than my bones.

With my knees buckling, I succumbed to more than sound as my arm quickly cradled my face and what my eyes were hesitating to express.

A tear or two later, I was interrupted and asked by Adam, if I needed anything.

With the half eaten apple logo above me, the genius bar worker named Adam before me and my wanton misery inside of me, irony spoke simply with a "no" followed by a hasty retreat.

[Kristine_ES]

i'm happy to have "i'm on fire" in my head for the rest of the day. 

[Gita]

There should be a warning label on your sixes that says: Brace Yourself.

Fave.

[Brittany]

thanks Mike. I am a Mac girl. I love mine too!

[Mike Handley]

Clever girl. :-)

By the way: Macs rock, and they live forever. Worth. Every. Penny.