tell me i am right to think that there could be nothing better
You know, it's mostly the little things about this wonderful town of Orlando that I've been missing so much.
Like having people to bake cookies with at midnight.
Like seeing newer friends of mine freak out over my ex-crushes.
Like eating Mrs. Sealy's omelettes.
Speaking of eating, I had fried olives stuffed with cheese for dinner. Ms. Bruner would be proud. Which would be good since she's my hero.
Check out my new icon. The child is fat AND Asian. What more could anyone want?
I wrote another poem and am about to add another section to Poetic Insomnia to post it on. Please read it if you get the chance, and if you can figure out what/who it's about, tell me :)
peace