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This is just a short poem, describing my experience of being a New Yorker and living in Maine. As you can probably guess, it hasn't been a very pleasant one.


Being a New Yorker living in Maine,
can be quite a pain.

Miles and miles of trees,
get me out of here please!

People think I talk funny,
and have lots of money.

They think I'm rude
and have a bad attitude.

They say I talk through my nose
and wear funny clothes.

They think I'm too loud,
and stand out in a crowd.

I'm tired of saying cofee,
will you just lay off me!

Have you ever stopped and thought,
all these stereotypes make me quite distraught?!

UGLY

I look at my face,
it's such a disgrace.

I hate the way I look,
I can't even cook.

I'm not very strong,
my front teeth are too long.

My hair is too thin,
I think I have a big chin.

I have the body of a 12 year old,
and I'm always cold.

I'm skinny as a stick,
I got hit on a by a drunk guy named Rick.

I wish I was cool,
instead of a fool.

I'm not very smart,
I guess that's why I have a broken heart.

I wish I was pretty,
so I could stop feeling so **itty.

State of Pain

This is one of my first attempts at writing a normal poem. When I say "normal", I mean it sounds like any other cheesy, little poem that some dumb loser wrote when they were depressed. It's about being uprooted from New York (Queens to be exact) and being forced to live in a small town, in Maine, thousands of miles away from your family, friends and all the people and places you loved so much.


When I was only 8,
we moved to this state.

The state of Maine,
the source of my pain.

When I started school,
the kids were so cruel.

They laughed and stared,
while teachers just pointed and glared.

My pain was their gain,
no happiness remains.

I felt so alone,
In a place I was forced to call my home.

Without a doubt,
I was definitely the odd girl out.

Class parties and recesses were such a bore,
since it was always me, they chose to ignore.

Was never asked to dance,
never had a chance for romance.

If I could go back in time,
I'd make them pay for their crime.

They ruined my childhood,
when I moved to that neighborhood.

They took my gladness
and turned it into sadness.

They made me who I am today,
a person who doesn't want to stay.

In this state of pain,
this state I call Maine.

Cookies and Hannaford

Have you ever met someone that can say an every day word that you've heard a million times before and never gave one second thought to....said by a person that makes that word sound like the most comforting thing in the entire world? Well I met someone like that. I know a man who can say the words "Cookie" and "Hannaford" in such a way that can make you feel like a little kid again, who's had a bad dream and crawls into bed with their parents for safety. It's that same feeling, all over again. It's like once you crawl into that bed with your parents, you just know the bad dreams can't get you anymore. Well my friends, that is how this man makes me feel, when he says the words "cookie" and "Hannaford". It's purely amazing. If there was a way to record it and post it on here so you could hear it, I'd do it, but there isn't currently a way that I'm aware of. Unless maybe there is and I just don't know it yet. I could make a video of him saying it, but he wouldn't wanna be up on youtube, so that's out. Unless......I could do a sneaky webcam video and get him to say it on there, lol. I don't know. Aside from taping him on my micro cassette recorder, I do not see any other options. : ( If you have any suggestions for me, please feel free to comment and help me out. It would be greatly appreciated! And I'd love to share the happiness and comfort with you, that this man brings to me when he says the words "cookie" and "Hannaford".

Well, hello there, nice to meet you!

I don't know how many times I've tried to set up a blog on here and never followed through with it. Too many times to count. In fact, I think I was fighting with myself over the blog name "The pink notebook" or "My pink notebook", lol. I'm not really sure. If not, and those names are yours....then **ck  you and I feel like a total fool! If anybody deserves that name for a blog, it's me, God damnit! Oops, can I say that word on here? I bleeped out my other swear words, but this one seems to be too minor for bleeping. And no I don't have a swear jar to put a dollar in every time I swear. That's just plain stupid. Not to mention, a total waste of money, like buying your groceries at convenience stores. Just plain retarded! I'm a penny pincher, and if there's a way to save a buck, I'll find it. After all, that's one more dollar I can spend in the Dollar Store (Dollar Tree to be exact, not be confused with "Family Dollar" that place sucks)! Don't get me wrong, I'm not a cheap person by far. My Aunt has that department covered. I'm mostly Italian with a little bit of Irish and English in me. UGGGH, thank God I did not end up with Red hair. I hate red hair! Moving right along, you are in great deservance of my sincerest appologies if you are reading this blog and have red hair. I have nothing against you, really. It go's back to an ex of mine that I dated, who loved redheads. Ok, so yeah, my first blog and I'm really chugging along posting random crap that really doesn't need to be said, is probably better left unsaid. I gotta write something! Gimme a break!! I'm certainly not new at this. I've been blogging for years. And I love every minute of it. It seems as though I can write better  blogs and have more of an urge to write them when I'm depressed. I've been pretty freaking happy lately, these past few years. Let's hope it continues to be that way. I'm not at all depressed right now. I feel great. But I had that familiar itch again to blog. It's actually been nagging for the past few weeks or so. So, here I am, going at it once again. Maybe this time I won't forget the URL or password and be abe to keep this one alive, huh? Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it! Ok, so I should be in the shower right now, getting ready for my parents arival. We're gonna shop and go eat out at the Chinese buffet. I can hardly wait. If you know me, you know I love my chinese food and look forward to this dinner with my parents, every Thursday. I say that a little on the sarcastic side, cuz my mom and I don't really get along all that well. But it's a lot better than we used to, and I really shouldn't complain, cuz it used to be a whole lot worse. I'm having trouble deciding what I want to wear today. I'm thinking about testing out my outfit that I want to wear to the Springfield fair next week. Yeah maybe I"ll do that or wear one of my new sequined tops I got from Deb's. Decisions, decisions. Last week it was my neon pink leopard print sequined top, covered by my white satin, Nikki Manage jacket from Hot Topic, with hot pink capris that made my non-existent @ss look even more flat that it already does. UGGGH!! Ok, I think I'm experiencing what they call "Writers block" right now. So I think that means that I better get my but in the shower before my parents get here and I make them late and piss off my mom and have to go through the embarassing experience of walking into the restaurant after they've already been seated, trying to find what table they are at, looking like a total fool. Yeah, FUN FUN!!!! Tons of F-U-N!! Ok, I love you Buh-bye!!
P.S. Stay tuned for more blogs coming up. Really, I mean it. I'm gonna write more. Maybe a blog or two about my experiences today, dining out wiht my parents and shopping. Oh and I found 5 bucks in my pants pocket yesterday. I just might go to Dollar Tree and buy some Strawberry Shortcake-bubble gum flavored mouthwash from England or Canada. I'm not really sure which country it's from. I'm assuming England, cuz the measurements on the cap are metric, and there is no french translations under the English ones. However, it does have a big thing on front that says "Made in USA".