"Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?"

Mum bought me strawberries and reduced-fat, high-fibre cereal. You have no idea of how much that improves my entire day (which was not excellent).

Gave most of my clothes to Goodwill. ^____________^ Also, submitted Hourglass and Afterlife to the PCCA. The Sophie's Award things do have to fit on one page; and the only poem I can think of that does fit is Tragedy of the Young Composer... which isn't a bad choice, I suppose.

Need to write shorter poetry.

Waen suggests I submit some of my work to magazines, but I'm not even sure how to go about doing that. Poetry is not marketable. Dead poets sell well, but unless I really do kill myself by mistake, I'm not quite there yet.

Well, at any rate, I shall go indulge in my strawberries now. <3

"In the Deepest Darkness of the Blackness Night..."

So, in my internet romps this evening, I discovered the following:

The Australians? Have way better Girl Scout Cookies than we do. Assuming those are Australian, and based on the names I'm going to bet they are.

At any rate, my hair is now nice and black, and to-morrow I once again am so crazy wild Dorian. Fear me, please.

...I get the feeling you aren't fearing me. Why not? Is it because of my icon? Come on, level with me.

Incidentally, when we went to the grocery to-day, I had to resist the urge to sing 'Dammit Janet' to the cashier, who had that particular moniker printed on her nametag. Mum says she's very glad I didn't.

In other news, I want one.