Hello :)

Sitting in a farm house that can hardly be called a farm house except for the fact that it is bright red with white trim, I discuss the meaning of life with my sister... that's a lie. In reality we are just playing on the Internet (which can hardly be called Internet since it took over an hour to load and create this stupid blog) We were playing around with my sister's blog, posting a poem she wrote, LINK!!!!! when she suggested that we make a blog for me too. Usually the thought of writing personal stories about myself and posting them on the Internet for any old creeper to discover and follow would repulse me, but I just wrote my first poem that I don't feel like hiding away in a drawer so it can never haunt the human race with the memory of how badly it was written; therefore i feel like putting it on the Internet!!! Isn't this just the perfect place?!