So, anyone wanna read a new poem? Eh, IDC. You're reading it. It's sort of the sequel to No Answers. Here yah go.

You. Don't even. Want to know what I had to do to get that poem. Let's just say it took weeks to develop it, and a whole hour to write it. It. Took. A lot. I mean I ____ ___ ___ ____ _______ ______ _ _____ ___ ______ ____. And you don't even WANT to ask me to unscramble that. Ahh, ____ ____. I'm a horrible person *bangs head*. Don't talk to me unless you want a bucketful of blah.

Stinking poem. Do I hate it? No. Do I hate what I had to do to get it (and 2 other poems)? Yes, very, very much. Whatever. I'm a horrible person. The end. 

Okayyyy, that was awkward...

Now what?

I. Feel like. Throwing a truck out of the window. Don't you even dare ask why.

On second thought, I feel like throwing an elephant that just ate a 10 ton truck out of the window. Why? 'Cause of the thought that I could probably have gotten the tickets to see David if I wasn't stuck in this ice cube!! Ugghhh. The boy's coming on the 10th April. Ugghhhh. My surgery is on the 3rd so obviously I won't freaking be able to get back by then.

This sucks so bad. Excuse me while I hurl something at the next person that asks me if I'm going to the tour. Unless he/she can get me there. Without a 5+ hour drive/flight. Me wants to go to my David's tour. Hmph *pouts like a piglet*.

Shoot. Hey, you got any poetry contests that a non-US citizen/American born can enter in? No entrance fee, online submission, all that load? I found a whole list in a website. I loved one that said "... $50,000 for travel and studies abroad..." until I read "... for American born citizens..."

Whatever. There are plenty more for Commonwealth people like you and me. Hmph.