I'm just sitting here, it's been a pretty lame day. I'm supposed to call rick in 3 hours. Blah blahh. The ads on this page are disturbing. My brothers are loud. I hate pasta. Sometimes I want to run outside in the rain and just stare at the sky. I should be more social. The tv is too loud. Ross thinks it's cute that I say sorry so much. Haha, woo me. The puppy is gnawing on my toe. My fingernails need to be repainted. Tick tock tick tock. I suddenly feel a little scared. I'm going to go. Peace cracka'

Boys named Rick sometimes make me sad.

Crayons taste like purple.
Thank you Randi. Haha.

Bored.

I must say.

Hmm, time for a random poem!

Shimmering beauty lost in a mind,
corrupted by history and destroyed by time,
wandering through a maze of all of life combined,
And run over by a train of thought.


Yeahhhh.

I'm still bored.

And don't feel like writing another poem, or well, stanza, haha.

So until my next random thought, I bid you ado.

I do infact like the color green.