blog blog
we had to set up a blog in class yesterday,
and i tried to log in today,
but it
won't let me.
so here shall suffice.

today i had literature:
i felt like a little fish
(a mackerel?)
also,
i had another subject
there was a mysterious boy
in the corner
who looked like jonathan rhys myer.

i bought a cheesymite scroll
in spire of my large dislike of
vegemite.

i marveled at eamon sullivan's
oh-so-effortless
sexiness.
(and, ladies, he can cook)

i listened to bri'ish hip hop
and daydreamed
of times to come

i'm wearing my cow pajamas
and sitting with my most loyal companion
- my heatpack.
my heater buzzes nearby,
i can hear my mom's computer anguish next door

i think i'll have some chocolate
although i'd prefer a kiwi
and watch a movie.
i think,
a single man.
colin firth,
he's a good one.