alliteration.

i have this friend, and she's like, a master of alliteration, but i'm not entirely sure she knows it.
like, i think it's all unintentional?

me: oh, hey kathy, what's up?
kathy: oh, nothing. nothing new. no news. not one noteworthy night.
me: oh, yeah? how was florida?
kathy: oh my god, so good. great. gobs and gobs of great, so gratifying.
me: what'd you do?
kathy: well, we went to the beach, which was just beautiful. me and bill, just basking in the beauty. almost blinded, really. we went out on the waves of the water in a little booey, a light little boat, and i can barely swim, so we blew a gasket and now we're baling with a bucket and i'm bawling and bill is so boorish, he's just bellowing, "calm down, bitch! calm down!" so that was shitty and strange but otherwise every event was excellent - but we were glad to be back in boulder before bill's brother's birthday.
me: i want to sleep with you so bad right now.