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May 27, 2004 07:58

Hello people.
WEll now i have a reason for beaing away so long (or rather the next time i'm away so long i'll have a reason) I'm moving this week (tommorow to be exact) and were i'm going they don't have internet (its there just not in my use) So i won't be able to do this for a couple weeks (till i learn how to drive and how to find the library) Then just as soon as i get a couple of pay checks then i will hook up internet and phone to my mothers house (just for me though i'm not paying for everyone excessive use of my stuff afterall she has a cell phone for that) It's almost time for me to leave 10 minutes before i go catch my bus. I was gonna as Rob to take me but he and my step mom got in a monster fight this morning. Woke me up at 6 30 damnit so now i'm gonna be tired all day. I feel sorry for my step mom she has to be alone with him when i go bye bye. I painted my nails red last night. they look cool except for me left first finger it didn't dry so its all crinkly and has lines from my hair. I was writing this really cool poem in my sleep this morning i only remember one part of it though
With eyes like stone
She stood alone
And waited....
Thats all i can remember (after waited dissapered it didn't just trail off like that) it was really neat. Oh well. I have to write a poem that ends like this
He's follow me to the ends of the earth
Even if only to kill me
Yeah i'm wondering if i can pull that one off. Some girl said that to me about her 'boyfriend' and i asked if i could write a poem or if she could write a poem about it and she said that it was a challenge and that we both should.
I say Jeremy on Tuesday. My friends gave him two poems that i wrote. (www.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=PryncessVynom look at Screaming and Tuesday, Scared was written a few days later right after i gave him those poems.) And i think he's gonna be like "Eww" when he reads them. They kinda sucked. Hey i have to go i hear the ogre banging around upstairs.
Pryncess of the Night
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