boleyn

I hate cold weather! It's the first snow of the season, and although it looks pretty, cold weather makes me sad

Anyway, I was looking through some old notebooks that I haven't looked at since high school (shudder) and I found a Christmas poem that I wrote in 10th grade. Thought I'd post it for lack of something better to write:

"Wish You Were Here"

Life's a bitch,
let's go get high.
You bring the weed,
and I'll bring the guys.
We'll smoke pot and fuck
all the night through.
Sounds good to me,
how about you?

We'll pack all our shit,
and spend Christmas at the beach.
spend our lives searching
for what's just out of reach.

We won't get any presents,
but we'll have some beer.
Send a postcard to Mom,
"Wish you were here."

hmmm.......don't ask. 10th grade's a little blurry.