Please Don't Leave Me.

That's my neighbour and her two dogs; Mac and Tosh. I never realised until after I took the picture. I like this picture because it looks like she's engulfed by the woods. The path, that has been walked before, the trees towering over her.. but she walks, head held high; not afraid. Audrey.

Recently, I have started to listen to more spoken word poetry that I usually do. I really enjoy it. I think it's something that high class people will never agree with, as it's not as 'proper' as the poetry they read. Spoken word is so much more intellectual that any of their metaphorical crap. Not just the fact it rhymes, the things the poets speak about, the way they deliver their poems; with feeling, everything about them just screams excellence!

Recently, I have started to contemplate weither the male half of the species is really worth all the hastle.
Recently, I have realised that all the hastle I went to when I was trying harder to be 'one of the guys' was slightly ludacris! It's starting to annoy me that sometimes a few of my friends forget that I am a girl. I have a vagina and breats, boys! So don't include me in your vulgar discussions.

"Don't blame it on my heart, blame it on my youth",I can't wait until that big ole V day!
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