 My name happens to be Laura. I don't particularly like this name but I should have to put up with it, otherwise I'd be nameless, therefore not exsist, anyway you can call me Bob. Yeah, so we got the name bit and we also know I can talk a load of pish sometimes. I'm sweet sixteen, living on the Eastern coast of Scotland - ever so close to the sea. I like the sea, only it has this pungent sea smell a bit like sulphur, salt and a boy in my maths class. I have a luciously wonderful and sweet girlfriend, her name is Janessa and she has the oh so hot accent of an American. She lives in New England, and although we live so far apart we're still "together". Life is special with her in it. I have a bunch of friends, a lot of which I love dearly. I'm a homosexual female, mildy chaotic and madly madly in love. Sometimes I despair living so close to nothing. Sometimes I despair at too many things.
How this feels is I'm just another task in God's daily planner: The Renaissance pencilled in for right after the Dark Ages. The Information Age is scheduled immediately after the Industrial Revolution. Then the Post-Modern Era, then The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Famine. Check. Pestilence. Check. War. Check. Death. Check. And between the big events, the earthquakes and tidal waves, God's got me squeezed in for a cameo appearance. Then maybe in sixty years, or maybe next year, God's daily planner has me finished.
~ nibble on the muffin a little more ~ | | |
