I'm feeling a bit poetic...
The sun touches my face about 6 in the morning,
and I sigh, because tuesdays are most boring.
But then I'm relieved, and shout with glee,
'cuz I'm thinking my net friends have written to me!
So out of my bed I spring with a passion,
and throw on some clothes in no particular fashion.
And then I'm quickly out the door in a run,
shouting all the while; "Livejournal, here I come!"
Icons, communities, pictures and more,
pop up on my screen as if a chore.
"Hurry up!" I yell at the childish flag,
"Don't wave at me and quit that lag!"
My foot taps a bit and I squirm in my seat,
god I hate apples, they are such dead beats!
Then all of the sudden it's up and running,
god I love apples, they are so cunning!
I quickly log in, and hit my friends link,
and then my heart soars, and then my heart sinks.
Because since I was on just an hour ago,
nobody has written it proves to show.
So I stagger slowly back to my room,
hidden in a shroud of gloom.
I climb into bed with sad thoughts in my head,
and look at my clock with a mind full of dread.
But oh wait! You see! It's now 6:03!
Surely someone has written to me!
So out of my bed, I jump once again,
and run to the lab that I was just in.
Logging on is quick, which is just swell,
(for this time, I used a Dell)
I'm back to my page, what a livejournal whore!
I've got messages from freddy, Em and more!
disgustipated is flowing with themes and bitches,
just waiting to chat over roast beef sandwhiches.
So I'll sit in this chair and work out all day,
these knuckles so fit, I keep bullies at bay.
So yah for livejournal, and the friends that we make,
It gives a life for goodness sake!