Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night. Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Till all the people cried, "Splendid is the flower!" Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people Call it but a weed.
Poetic Flower.
Saturday, October 24, 2009:
missy bombastic yet again
ughhhhhhhhh!!

note to self: quit being an alchi and stop chugging down beers + mixed drinks...
not doing the bigbelly any good!!

DETOXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!

Dreamt of Jay again. No idea what on earth would possess my brain to obsess over him...Out of all the 2pm boys, he is NO WAY my ideal pick...nawww...i do feel sorry for him though. Poor Jay...
Can't believe i dreamt he'd become my guy-bestie....LOL!! what the? I suppose i do need a new guy-bestie...haven't had a brother figure for quite a while now heeh..

I have a big face. I don't like having a big face. It makes me appear fatter than what i really am...well, at least now my body is starting to match my face...that is SOOOOoo not a good thing!

pooooooooooohhhhh~

eep!
I can't finish my work without God's help...PLZ HELP ME DO WELL GOD!!! Oh, and i would really love a job next year. Thanks, sweet! <3

modernidealist blogged on 02:06 am

 

Leave a Comment:

Name


Homepage (optional)


Comments




....................
Don't buy Vista Security
Previous Entry Home Next Entry