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Monday, March 29, 2004

I can’t tell you how much I want to smack the person who thought this up.

I’m terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I’m rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that’s spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

What Poetry Form Are You?

Wait—at least I did until I read another person’s comments on Pam’s post, which cheered me right up:

Monday, March 29, 2004

QOTD

Julia: Notes From The Underbelly

Allisun, you didn’t leave a email or web address in Julia’s comments, so I can’t write to you directly, but I wanted to thank you for putting something so fragile and so fierce into words. Amen, sister.

”... It takes guts to stand up for what you believe in, but in the same breath it takes more than guts to go to hell and back and be left with your heart smashed into a million pieces.”

Monday, March 29, 2004

Me, Me, Me

Hi guys. In case you’re wondering where I am (as a few have asked via email), I’m here. Working. And weeping. And having trouble thinking of anything cheery to write about. I can’t stop going back to Julia’s blog and getting upset all over again. And I can’t stop being angry with my spouse. And I can’t stop feeling so tired and run-down. And craving food that’s not good for me. And wanting to curl up into a ball.

Not to mention the whining. I am even beginning to annoy myself.

Wait—I thought of something fun. I’ve been listening to A Wild and Crazy Guy and Comedy is Not Pretty for the last couple of days, and just completely rocking OUT to “King Tut.” Heh. If I were feeling better, I probably wouldn’t admit to that.