I Didn't Like Being Alone. Being Alone

You Should Eat A Waffle! You Can't Be Sad If You Eat A Waffle!

Hello Toes," I Say. They're Good Toes. I Like That They're Long And Slender And Not The Slightest Bit Stubby. I Wiggle Them, Ten Unstubby Waves That Say, "and Hello To You, Human Host!" Except They're Toes. I'm Talking To My Toes. Maybe I'm Not Bored... Maybe I'm Lonely?

If She Did See, I Hoped She' Be Amazed. Amazed And Thankful, Because Without Even Asking, She'd Received A Genuine Autograph From A Genuine Girl From Atlanta. Not Just Any Girl, But A Girl Who Was, Frankly, A Pretty Big Deal. A Girl Who Was Me.

Zoegirl: Have U Named The Chicks? Snowangel:yes, But I Keep Getting Them Mixed Up. So Now I Call All Of Them "squishy." They're The Collective Squishy. Zoegirl: *r* They Squishy? Snowangel: When You Squeeze Them,yes. But Not In A Yucky Way. Snowangel: They're Growing On Me, The Little Squishies. Altho 1 Of Them Pooped On My Pillow. Zoegirl: U Let Them On Your Bed? Snowangel: They Like It When I Bounce Them.

Some People Do Want To Stand On The Rooftop And Scream Out Their Story. Others Are Cowering In The Corner, Or Sitting With A Blank Face In Class, And Not Knowing How To Tell Their Story.