They call him 'El'. As in 'The'.
12/25/2006 12:49 a.m.
Meh, so sad about how the poetry writing has gone over the past year and a half. I think I have only posted one poem on here in that time period. And there is no rhyme or reason to any of it. Literally. And I realize that that was one heck of a horrible pun. My apologies. But nothing seems to flow out of my mind anymore about the things I see and observe. Granted I might try to write something about the boy who fell on the ice trying to open a door and start a conversation with me. Cause that was an awesome experience all the way around.

I've been toying with the idea of posting a story I started writing for one of my classes on here and getting some feedback from people on the site (since in the class only three people gave me any sort of helpful critiques). I like having someone read something and telling me exactly what they think would punch things up a bit or if I am rambling on somewhere. If anyone is interested let me know (fair warning: it contains some subjects that might offend some, such as the questioning of religion, violence and profanity).

So yeah, that's how things are around here nowadays. Thank you for your time. Now go open gifts and enjoy your holiday company if you have some.
I am currently Festive
I am listening to the lack of the radio station