Sunday Aug 01, 2004

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Oh its quiet this afternoon smile I have had a housefull of giggly 11 year old girls..for the third time this week. Four of them are dangerous together because what one doesn't think of the others will. Don't get me wrong they are all good girls and they really are fun...I just wanted & needed some peace & quiet last night & that did not happen. Now I left with the aftermath of them...house is turned upside down & it can stay that way till I feel like getting up off my tush to clean it...which won't be long cause after a while it will begin to drive me nuts. They are some inventing little girls too. They created a zip line from the bedroom window to the tree for the Bratz dolls to zip down on...pretty cool. Then they created a series of boxes with paper towel tubes connecting them for the pet lizard to crawl through. These are also the same girls who have created their own CSI group...and were on line looking up murders eeek I almost freaked...what would their parents think? Lordy bee that wouldn't go over well. gotta run for now... smile
o2bnlove:
Hello, nice lady! Holy shit, have I been busy...but at least I didn't have to clean up after a quartet of 11 year-old girls! (They sound like a riot, by the way!) What were you like when you were 11 years old? I was a geeky little thing and fearless---the cripling disease that takes brave little girls and turns them into bumbling mawkish creatures, shy, unsure, dependent on male attention hadn't hit yet. This poem you came across pretty much nails 11-year-old Holly in the first sentence:

Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Whence cometh this poem, dearheart? It's fucking great.

bi_photo_chick:
Oh god I was a geek as a kid...I had long brown hair to my waist, big old glasses, & big bucked front teeth. I was extremley shy and very nieve. I had a pretty good childhood up until I was 13 and shit happened that was not good...then my life went to hell until I met my husband...many years of fucking up and not giving a damn has led me to where I am today..some what fucked up but working on it smile
My darling that is one of Poe's peoms...he is the shit wink

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