December, 2006

this sucks. i suck. prom sucks.
dear hamlet,

wiliest thou goest to prometh in mine company?
for the suneth reigns upon the heavens,
breathing soft to the meadow lark.
i must confess, i am mad for you,
doth thou return my sanctimonious affections?
or i am spurned alike the grass that groweth
akin to poison in the wells of mine heart.

with love,
ophelia

p.s.
my dress is pinketh, plan accordingly.

still relevant.