"Don't worry. I channel my emotions into my work, so I don't hurt anyone but myself."~Cinna, The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins.

NOT LONELY, BUT SOLITUDE...

Hello Stranger,

take a seat {your very late you know, very very very very VERY late, you naughty, you! *all knowing nod and annoying finger wag}. Not to worry I knew, there'd be a straggla', so your tea is still piping hot! Custom heating pads that serve as coasters as well, my own invention. :)

Oh,dear me, I haven't even properly introduced myself! I am The Writer's Script {as those of you with the most amount of muchness and the least amount of hubris, will have the fortitude and strength to acknowledge}, and I am of feminine anatomy, and I live in the city of wind!

I rather enjoy:

~ dark chocolate with raspberry filling

~ Adele, The Ramones, The Beatles, Death Cab for Cutie, The Rolling Stones, Amy Winehouse,

~gLee (clubs and show)

~singing in the shower

~tinkering away at my piano

~ Lewis Carrol,

~and books, I do love books, especially ones acquired from barnes and noble.

~and music. music=life.

~ writing and poetry.

~ there's so much more, but why don't you find out for yourself?

So this is me, sweetheart. Now I hate to press you seeing as we just met and all, but I must ask you a question:

IF YOU ARE ME, THEN WHAT AM I?

to dumb it down: who are you?

drop it in my inbox, it get's lonely sometimes.

So now that that's done and over with,I assume we can move on to something more delectable? How about some words of thought of the creative type?

*ducks down under the tablecloth. rustling and thuds and hushed whispering can be heard*.

Finally! Here we go! *proudly straightens collar*

Here it is on a silver platter right under my little diatribe. Go on. Don't be shy now, love. And while your at it, you talk to Harold. He's the little yellow button at the end of every poem. He's allright and if you click on him, you can talk to him. Just don't poke him. * Uncomfortable coughing and fidgeting* Bad things happen, so just don't do it. Now go read!

Toddle along now.

Your late as it is.