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i stole boobie's bone.
i ate it.
i pooped it out.
the end.
let me introduce you to the immature side of donnaluu that rarely comes out.
yay.
i thought it'd be silly to make a story about the pictures i took. and well, there you go. i do enjoy taking pictures of myself at the end of the day where i'm all greeeezy and wearing my pjs. indeed.
anyways. i have to write poems for english class. and i thought it'd be fun to share with the lj-world. they're nothing big and deep. they're just little silly poems we had to write about childhood imaginations, how we were at age 6 or 7 aand to describe an inanimate object with human characteristics. i really wish i was a FABULOUS writer, but i guess i'll just have to deal with my average writing skills for now.
princesses
Belle,
Cinderella,
Ariel,
Jasmine,
Snow White,
&Sleeping Beauty.
All of which I wish to be.
With a tiara and sparkly shoes
Pretty, GIANT, dresses in different crayon colors
A smile that brings all the handsome princes to fall in love with
And an enormous white castle to live in
I want to be a princess.
Pretty face, pretty clothes and shoes, a handsome prince& ALWAYS
a happy ending..
I want to be a princess
..someday.
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grinning wide. i wish i had my two front teeth.
6x pants to my bellybutton and scabbed elbows
run as fast as my little legs can. hair blowing behind my ears.
it feels good to be a kid.
'tag, you're it!' a little boy pushes me down. cooties.
bruised knee, i kiss his cheek and giggle as his face
turns into disgust. brush off my knee. skip away.
nothing matters when you're a kid.
chase me, push me down, and call me silly names.
i might cry but i'll get a new toy, something better to occupy my mind.
nothing matters, i'm a kid, and it feels good.
no hurry here, in growing up.
shoe, i'm inlove with you
i kiss the floor with every step you take
sometimes you lead me into places i wish not to be
i come in different colors, sizes and styles
you can choose comfort over style or even visa-versa.
i can be quite stubborn and give your feet blisters
sport me well, and i promise i won't
selfish i can be when it comes to hugging your feet
i'd appreciate it if you'd keep me to yourself
i dream of the perfect outfit to go along with
i long for superstardom toes in me
i get lonely when you forget about me
when you replace me with a new favorite.
i'll always be here, alone in your closet
you'll think of me someday..
when you need me to cover your superstardom toes,
to go with your perfect outfit.
tadaaa. lame post. goodbye.