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noodles

I found a Robert Frost (thats the right first name right?) paperback book with some of his poems in it. I liked the short ones. But I felt bad because I didnt understand what he was trying to say. I used to consider myself a poet but if I can't even understand poetry how can i ever call myslef a poet? I mean, really? And I havent written a poem in months! How dare I even think of saying I am a poet!

Right now my nails are as followed: left hand, starting from pinky......black, white, black, white, black.
right hand, starting from thumb......black, white, black, white, black.
I've been dieing to do this combo and I finally did it...both toes and fingers. But now I'm starting to think of some kind of dalmation impersonation. Which I am not trying to do. I choice these colors because
1. i thought it would look cute
2. it would show the dark and light side of life
ok not in the mood to write.