April 13, 2005


It's National Poetry Month or something stupid like that, so imagine that I actually spent the time to find a poem about keeping fingers crossed and hoping that a certain operation goes okay, and then posted it for today.

No, not mine.

I always hate it when people say things like "Can't talk about it now, but man it's good" or "Details later, but I can't talk about it right now" but I'm doing it anyway. Bite me.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.