conuly

( In which I return to my roots )

Seriously. I'm going to keeel that guy, and then myself, and go down to Hell just so I can kill him all over again. The ONLY way this is justified is if ( Read more... )

I am *not* a happy Connie.

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I'll do better, uh, tomorrow.

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Tomorrow, I'll tackle something that rhymes.

Using this link because it mentions MOI!

I'm in. I think.

I won a trophy for a poem once, in the third grade. I'm still irked, I don't think the teacher had any right to enter me in a contest without even telling me (much less asking my permission). I wouldn't've let her.

Still got the poem sitting by my bed. Well, I say "still", but really I only found it again a few months ago, and stuck it there because it was a place I knew it wouldn't get lost.

We were supposed to use metaphors, and I went a bit overboard. I was one morbid little kid!

I'd type it out for you, but it's all very embarassing. All about this poor, dead earthworm. *sniffles*