I've just spent four days writing a poem about this chic!
Serious hard graft!

My grandma thinks it's quite good but that I should do a few more drafts. Some words don't fit the rhytm very well. Time to get out the thesaurus I think.

I'm going to enter it into some poetry competitions this summer, although I hope I don't win. The prize money would be nice, but I think that winning something so young would sort of make me give up because I would know how little I need to do in order to succed and that's depressing.
I get motivated by not getting things, it drives me to work alittle harder and do alittle better. The juice of such strife is me at my best, I think.

Sorry about the bad spelling, I've just been dancing my ass off to some rio baile block party music, in the style of Josephine Baker and I can hardly see straight.
Oh yeah, I forgot, no one actually reads this.

I'm going to loose ten pounds for summer, if my ass gets any bigger I'm going to have to rent two rooms in Auckland next year.

Roll on June, Kathleen, I'm gonna come get you, squeeze you and possibly never let you go!

sincerely
loaded on endorphins

Phoebe xxx