I love you doll
I'm so glad I've crawled outta my hole
I am a bit of a lost soul
At the mo
You're my dude
Which is so goooooood
My poem writing is atrocious
But just know now I'm closer to bliss
Anyway
(Who puts 'anyway' in a poem? Keats? No, maybe a garden gnome.)
We're a team
So if ever you need to scream
You know who to talk to, Fleam.
Fleam is your new name.
Just kidding.
This rhyming thing is a hard game.
Anyway, moving right along.
I'm going to a party on Saturday. Yay, a birthday party, woo hoo. The pressure is on. It would seem that half of my old school will be there. Most of my school falls into that high-society, trophy wife kind of category - not bad women really, but many of them I lost touch with after school. Pressure. What the hell am I going to wear?? Do I go casual and cos a ruckus with my hippie behaviour? Or do I plaster myself in this season's bling? (Loving that.) I might as well start collaborating my outfits now. Oooh this is going to be SO much fun. (One girl whose coming has enormous cankles. Don't stare, Laurian, don't stare, don't stare, don't stare.)
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Thanks Janie, for sure. I figured I'm just going to be myself at this little reunion. Also, would never mock the girl with cankles. Because I know she would never rip off my currently large ass. :)
I love you too babe! As touched as I am by the gesture, don't ever write my poetry again! (at least not the rhyming version) - your prose is far superior :)
As for the party, I think you should revel in scandalising the hoity-toities with your outrageous behaviour rather than trying to impress them. After all, their money and poshness probably restricts their behaviour, and they'll be envious of your crazy freedom!
You should read my poetry. It's beyond shite.
Have a good party. I'll be at the indie bars drinking wine as usual.
Ant - it was a once off. Promise. You lucky girl :)
Chris - howdy! I'll bet my next salary cheque on the fact that your poetry is far better than mine. xx
have fun glad to see you feeling better and not feeling so reclusive
Awww, I never knew you were a poet!
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