@#@#$&^@(#* computer ate my post.

Basically, I'm grounded (again), psycho, overheated, working on a computer that hates me, and I can't open the writing that I've actually done. Add on to that the fact that my father and I have been getting along just dandy as candy (~hint~ sarcasm), and that school is starting in a matter of weeks, and I'm just as happy as a clam. Though I don't know why clams are so happy all the time, considering they are always covered in sand, and tend to get dug up and boiled to death for consumption by the likes of humans. Heh. I'll post this now before I click some button that causes my typing to be erased, which I no doubt will.

~Sasa

I decided to make an account on FictionPress just for my fiction, so that those who wanted to read my stories wouldn't have to scan through 70-some odd poems to find them.

My other account is Mizery-Rose

Please review my work.