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?

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I'm the lai, with no sort Of grave, solemn thought, And I Will never be caught By miseries sought, Nor sigh; Where battles are fought Or arguments brought, I fly. What Poetry Form Are You?

robin has a boyfriend!^^yay for her. but now her goal is to get me one, hold me, i'm scared. but not quite as scared as i was when roy was a tryin to fix me up.>< now theres a frightening thought.

i feel depressed... for reasons unknown and untold. it's a friend thing. i'm alone. oh well... back to my imaginary buddies....

boy.. haven't been here in a while. oh my bad self.0.o

my back's been really acting up latly. weeee~! this means i have to go see the doctor!>> which also means i get my wart burned off, and my scholiosis checked, and blah, blah. then they'll tell me i'm only 5' 3 3/4" tall and then i'll be depressed because i have four more inches until i'm as tall as i want too, and then that's sad for me becauase i'm not ever gonna be 5'8" it makes me sad.

On a happy note i think i may be a suit size 30 instead of 32 now. ay! suit sizes receding!

and there we have it.