damn

i have, like, 200 bucks to my name till payday. damn.

i wish i wore my boots today.
boots have a way
to make you feel okay.

don't you just love it when you rhyme? *L* let's try again.

payday is so far away.
if it's not too much to ask,
hand me that flask.
and let's drink our troubles away.

hmmm... needs work. oh alright - lots of work.

i told you my muse has left me. but one can always hope, right?

i read a bunch of historical novel over the weekend. my god! these aristocrats were a randy lot! naked under their petticoats, they were. and the men were always visiting the chemist for douches for their lady friends - considerate, weren't they? see? if high school history was like this - war, sex and incredibly good looking men with titles like "the earl of randyshire" - i might have gotten better grades.

oopps. gotta work.