Hm.

Originally this blog was a spot for my angst. I don't actually get a lot of that. However, after creating a fantastic layout, if I do say so myself, I feel like it's going to waste.

Well, I didn't create the layout, I came up with the header and the little side thingy and anyway! Back to what I was saying.

I kind of would love to continue using this for other things, but I have no idea what to post here.

Suggestions? (I'm looking at you!)

Christmas

Christmas, 2008 was the beginning of the end.

I wish- More than anything

Once upon a time there was a girl who hated sonnets.

The end.

Should I compare you to anything, dear?
Would it flatter you to hear me compose?
Or would, perhaps, it too banal appear,
Seeming my love prosaic as a rose?
If I were to compare thee, however
It would be to a star or to a lark
Or, I assure you, darling, I endeavor
For perchance the last moment before dark
But all these things seem far too contrasting
To a resplendent beauty such as thee
Because these things are forever lasting
And your radiance is fleeting, you see

But compare you shall I not, my dearest
For shall you to my heart remain nearest

Excellent

Life is treating me pretty good right now.

Possibly a side effect of awesome music and my deciding to make it so.

And cleaning off my desk.

Dear Abbey

Dear Abbey,

What the fuck am I doing?

Burn

I hope there's a slug in your morning drink
and you're haunted by dead souls above
I hope there's a mouse in your kitchen sink
and your craft dies slowly, as does your love

I hope the china shatters
and the record player breaks
I hope your heirlooms melt
and your hands start to shake

I hope that you love me
and I love you too
I hope that we burn
and it remains true

Being a Girl

You know, there are days when I hate being a girl. You have to deal with retarded hormones and periods and shit. But, on the plus side, you also get breasts and weird baby addictions.