*Hi, I'm not a techie*

So I write poetry!
My verse is warm with my indescretion
Tonight I left no room for you to question
That I find you attractive I find you a prize
Whats the harm in that
This is always the result of my wildness I feel in need of a reprise
Look, it's getting late
I need my rest for resting the morning away in my car
Go to work can't get nothing done
Stupid words about you coming out like poetry
This makes me so angry
Wanna feel cold and empty
Like that chick walking down the street
Who doesn't give a sh++ about you
I don't wanna give a sh++ about you
Everyone's trying to set me up with someone else
They are always trying to set me up with someone else
Ok, well at least they can't tellI wanna be a possibility to you layed out like a basking seal
I wanna be the girl for you Shining like a Caribbean sea surf blast
I want you to walk real close to me and make what I feel impossibly real
I want you to take me for a ride in your car I've never seen and feel for once she's in your grasp
Look it's getting late
I don't have time to think about some hypothetical date
That's never gonna be
You're never gonna see
And if and when you do see
We'll both see it ain't me
*sniff sniff*
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H.A. Little

Why do I even have a blog?

Seriously needs to update itself or something.

I'm sensing a lime theme here

Yeah...
I am listening to Michael Savage. He. Is. CRAZY!!!!!!! I mean, he is talking about how he has pneumonia and that makes him piss different colors, and then he starts ranting about how Obama doesn't like religion guns and the quote unquote job loss of Americans er something.
Oh and the Arnold is trying to ban gay marriage in the Cali state.
Anyway, this is fashion, with Holly.

Ok, so this photo is strange and disturbing. But I find that in the lost world of celebrity, there is often a crying out..and estranged sadness muddled and suppressed, but then expressed in blatant ways as if to secretly yell: "Hey, I'm lonely and a good person but misunderstood and overall the fame has effed me up completely but don't judge me! why do you normal ppl act so weird around me?"
This may or may not be one of those instances. Anyway, this person is showing off the '90's neon look..the nylon phase is over, but he seems to bring it back in a way that says "LOOK AT ME! BUT NOT TOO MUCH."
I think that's it for today folks.
I admit the photograph makes my writing a little self-aware. So I digress.
Holly Little

What If I Procrastinated Through Life...?

Ok, so this is my first blog. I am in the computer lab at college (that I'm not really supposed to be in, but my friend sweet-talked us into, just to use the Internet), and yes, I do have word 2007 here.

The first blog to me, without my notebook containing what I would really like to sculpt and perfect as the funny and perfect, albeit, random first blog post, is not with me. Thus, I must work from, well, scratch?

I have been meaning to start a blog since forever. But it is easy not to procrastinate when what you have to do is on the computer. I mean, I only hope to burn, like, four calories at the most.

I must admit, writing the first blog in this way feels a little pretentious. Not ligit. Not suave enough. Not my best prose, people, okay?

Well, at least I know how this thing looks now.

One post down, people.

One post down. Back to my Janet Evanovich novel.