it's ten thirty-ish and I just woke up, and I'm laying in my bed scratching my dogs ears. my parents are both out running errands and I'm stuck at home with nothing to do but eat frosted flakes and go back to sleep. (they really are grrr-eat, ya know.) and I can't talk to my wonderul girlfriend because I have her phone and her laptop died. fan-freaking-tastic. I haven't posted anything since like a week ago, sorry about that. I'm either too lazy or too busy. mainly lazy.
I found this in my desk, some of my lame poetry:
the cameras flash and her eyes seem to gleam
but in her world nothings as it seems
she sits alone in her limousine
getting lost in the nicotine
shell never know why these silly things
take away more than they'll ever bring
a glass slipper and a diamond ring
she'll fall asleep, but she'll never dream.
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