Tuesday, February 15, 2011


The young boy stumbled down the green hill
As the world stopped spinning he searched with no relief
Where are thou Jill?
He searched high and low, he began to grief
Tracing his steps back up the hill
“Oh there’s Jill!” fetching the pale of water

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Vegan-ism. Literature. Crafts. Stories of my crazy life, it will be addicting like chisme. Let's see how it goes.