I might just be a mere nineteen years young, but don't let the age fool you the tiniest bit. I am mature for my age. No, I'm not just saying that because most people do, for I am not like most individuals. I've been told so by many people I have had the pleasure of knowing. I'm quite the literary follower, reading anything I can click or grab with my hands. I despise the local newspaper for their lack of grammar and am in love with creative writing. If writers could get paid millions of dollars-I would write-providing that I could produce something adequate enough to be read. However, I digress, this is my blog. Enjoy.
2 Comments:
At November 25, 2007 at 3:36 PM ,
Babette said...
I must share this with my sons! ;~)
We thank the lard daily for our old Mercedes Benzes that run on doughnut grease.
At November 25, 2007 at 5:50 PM ,
Gail said...
Well, the lard does move in mysterious ways!
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