I having touble here....Oh sweet sweet background where did you go? Can anyone see it? My comp is being a fucking punk so I don't know if it's just me? Bleh. I like that word Bleh..... Butter Churn Rhyme "Come butter, Come butter, Come! Peter - standing at the Gate! Waiting for a Buttercake! Come Butter Come!" Anyway. I was thinking about the butter churning concept..... Butter Churn Rhyme "Two, Four, Six, Eight Mary's at the Garden Gate Eating Cherries off the Plate Two, Four, Six, Eight" I would like to do that it would be fun,,,,,I am such a wierdo..I thnk it's a psychological thing.....maybe? I found some bubble wrap and hid it for later....hahahahm later I questioned why I did and came to the conclusion that bubble wrap is somthing best enjoyed alone. Anywho I noticed a few things I do considered odd. 1. break into a little concert in my head moving slighty to the music not caring where I'm at or who's around. 2. Laughing at myself outloud, sometimes breaking into evil laughs....slowly tappering off wjen I realize I spent 5 mins in la-la land. 3. Talking to invisibe people ALL the time. I was playing MTV Music Generator, and asked the invisib;e person next to me how it sounded them procedded to say "thanks I like it too!". 4. When inspired I like to write peoms, then later I read every single thing I have ever written..... 5. When I sleep I have to be surrounded by pillows or stuffed animals and the room has to be dark, and the sheets and pillows dark colors. 6. When bored I go into the bathroom and make stupid faces in the mirror at myself....It's fun being dumb. Thats's it for now see ya..... Bleh Bleh... Dah Dah Dah Da Da Da Dah. bleep bo bleep bleep bo bo bleep. shh sha sha sha sh-a shheeee.. la la la de da. tip top tip top slip slop dip dop. beep boop. .................HIDDEN CHILD.................. BUTTER STORY FOR JUST YOU! YA YOU! Once upon a time in a butter churning land far away there was a nice little door by a nice little shore where everyone churned butter all the day. An old man in an old Asian hat always sat by the door by the shore. He would come sit and churn butter while he drowned his sorrows with a bottle of Bourbon. One night the old man brought too much Bourbon with him. This time he brought a big barrel. As usual he sat by the shore drinking his Bourbon. When all of a sudden the giant weeds who lived in the door jumped out and drowned him instead of his sorrows. While in the little land of sorrows the population grew because they had hired the weeds to kill off the old buzzard who kept drowning all of the little sorrow people with Bourbon. So my little pretties when you think about drowning your sorrows with Bourbon think of the old man who inturn got drowned instead his sorrows. PPS-Happy Birthday ArabellaMy Angel...~A~