jaimy

well, the entries are coming along, with the help of some good editing suggestions from lady weebat and good recommendations from various suicide girls and boys. thanks.
this descent into personal/social issues in children's literature has been a descent into a strange infantilism. last night it was raining and storming, so i wrote for a while and then curled up with shel silverstein poems. laughed out loud, got super weepy, and then put my dogs under the covers and our stuffed animals all on the bed...today i felt like going out and getting wasted and into trouble, but where would i go? and is there anyone here to get into extra good dark trouble with? i really don't think there is. plus, i have a deadline.