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fyi, arzhella (my best friend) has decided my old profile picture needed to be tossed in favor of something that looks more like me. true, i'm not a spit-and-polish kind of girl, so i changed it to a photo of me letting my hair down, so to speak. hope you'll still recognize me!

i've been in a picture-sharing mood, so here are some more...


Found this about where we found the woolly worm. I think there's some sort of rip in the time-space fabric in our alley because strange things keep showing up... Seriously, do they sell this stuff in Indiana? I've never seen it before. And from the looks of it:



Now before you go making fun of this guy, make a note that he's mine. I paid ten bucks for him to save him from the sale bin at a store downtown. Handmade in... somewhere. Reeks of old plastic. Doesn't talk much. But he keeps an eye on things. Oh, and his name is Harry. He did tell me that.

And a goofy poem I wrote to get myself out the glumps I was in:

The twinkle lights of the Circle
are glowing in clumps on their trees.
Our trash cans are disguised as basketball hoops,
our potholes outlined in green.
Hard brown leaves scoot clumsily
between the crunch of lunchbreak shoes,
while pedestrians secretly pray for snow
and know there's really no use.
Under the pallid Thursday sky,
we're all awake halfway today --
doing what it is that pays the rent,
and simply waiting for it to rain . . .


(Look, guys, I even share the cheesy bad ones with you. Feell special!)