Time for some prose, eh?

So about that poem. Does noone understand that its about a guy holding an iron and wondering if he ought to drop it? Just, you know, wondering, cuz by the comments it seemed doubtful.

Anyway, I've been mulling over my schedule next semester and the radio program will probably be sometime late afternoon on wednesday or thursday, something like that. Just para tu informacion.

Also, I want the world to know that I LOVE FOOD!

Yeah, which is why I'm so psyched about Uptacks rents comin in this weekend, good food for everyone, including me. I'm sure Nate will be able to come up with some amazing poem about pepperoni bread, but until then you must deal with my lack of poetry.

Cuz I am no poet, by any stretch.

leahciM

My Turn!

Hey guys, It's leahciM again. I just wanted to pop in here and expound upon something I think needs expunging.

Or expoundicating?

Perhaps, but the real point is that there is something, something deep inside each and every one of us that begs, nay, wants to be revealed as who we really are. This something beckons from the mountains of our soul, expressing a multitude of magnanimitous feelings in one unutterable breath.

This something is gas.

...I think i just farted.

leahciM