this is NOT MY ACCOUNT YOU GUYS.

THIS IS:

I'm, um, not, um . . . I uh . . . forget about the journal entry thing . . . that I linked on my recent poem . . . em . . . yeah. Friggin' obstuctions of life. Someday, I'm gonna have friends. Like friends that live in visiting distance. Maybe even stopping-by distance. Who knows. I just know, that I thought I oughtta be calloused by now. If I don't move soon . . . I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna uh, I uh . . . em . . . whine.

Ya know, my new school is uber-spanky. Wanna know why? They sell school spirited boxers . . . and DOO-RAGS. CHEAP ONES. Flamin'.

Yous guys, I'm gonna hock up a huge mass of uploads in about a week. 'Cause once I have this homework poo overwith, I'll force it ALL on ye!! You sexy mommas.

I now have a lovely special person, but I lost a lovely special kitty. At least nobody got hurt in any of the processes, so everybody's happy.

Momma Kitty Miriamele

ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE WATCHING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! THANK YOU EVERYOOOOONNNNNNEEEE!!

Including Robert Dinero