October 9, 2005. Exported from my FS blog. Created at my weakest point in life.

An ode to mornings that everyone can relate to. Seriously mornings, go away…

As you will be able to tell, I love to read.

A poem praising the wonderful functions of a GPS.

An ode on the time begone.

An ode to a guru.

I writ dis one gewd!!!

Oh, B, why do you haunt me so?

I really do try hard, although:

I haven’t got it to a T,

I procrastinate too much, you see.

Step into my arms my faraway dream.

It’s a matter of time and a matter of luck
To every drake will come his duck.