To the perfect stranger,
As of late my poetry has been really
erratic coming in little spurts and random times, so that when I
finally am ready to write, pencil drawn...half of it's gone. Like yesterday, i was outside and i told my supervisor that I was having "lady problems" and had to go inside, but really, I had to write something down... All of you
make me seem horibly romantic, and I swear, my life is anything but. As of late all my poetry has been the "Lay Down on the Bed NOW" kinda stuff... which in it's itself is incredibly odd, considering I haven't had a boyfriend in like, a year.
this would be information about me:
Age: 1 to100 (you have a pretty good chance of at least 99 years away from my actual age)
Sex: excuse me?
Addicted to: musicals, guava juice, and emo guys with curly hair.
Job: you
Education: Yep
Shiny objects: around 1237
Fave things:
I really like the Killers, Johnny Depp, The Simpsons, Enya, writing
lyrics, that dancing banana, hentai, Inuyasha, Twizzlers (only the
strawberry kind), American Dad, MDX (the Mountain Dew drink), and
foreign films. It makes me wonder who thought up their name. Mountain
Dew sounds like it should be a type of green tea or something... *ponders*
Additional
information: I have two sisters, and
a nephew who's a sophmore in college at Texas. My best friend's names
are Logan
and Chase. Chase is on here (see his work- Blackday), I love them both
dearly. A lot of the stuff I write on here is from or for school, like
our
assignments turn into something halfway worthy of being on here.
Summer is showing it's green little antannaes people, and birds
are flocking in our trees, not to mention pooing on our cars. The
weather is warmer, and all of those people who are just so bothered by
winter are off of the pills they horde in their purses. I am much
happier for reasons unknown to myself, and all this cheery news and
weather has been getting to my head. I really have no right to be as
happy as I am. More about me below....
I like painting, making prank pone calls, and flirting with just about
every guy that there is. That's all you need to know about me, my mommy
told me not to talk to strangers unless they offered me money or candy.
So.......................................................................
*potato break*
: ) much munch much munch much munch much munch much munch : )
So that's the end of that.
Much love to all who need it like I do
Maybe- Malahari
Caoimhes Sun
*~*~*~* Emily *~*~*~*~*
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