Alloo :]
For someone who calls herself a writer I can't think for the life of me what to put here, but then again I've now got about nine weeks to myself to change it all round.
My name would be Josephine, a name with which I spend most of my time playing, twisting and changing to my satisfaction. I also, you know. Watch films and stuff.
I also really cheerily hail from Chorleywood, England, delighting in cups of tea and if I could, I'd have afternoon tea every day. AND have a monocle. But I don't know where they sell those. Any my vision's fine, goshdarnit.
Oh dear, I've lost the plot again.
Errrrr...I like to be made to laugh. And foreign languages. I'm eventually going to put up some sort of poem with a ridiculously pretentious amount of French and/or German in it because it makes me happy.
Es gefaellt mir.
Usw.
LET'S WRITE SOME SHIZZ
xx
For someone who calls herself a writer I can't think for the life of me what to put here, but then again I've now got about nine weeks to myself to change it all round.
My name would be Josephine, a name with which I spend most of my time playing, twisting and changing to my satisfaction. I also, you know. Watch films and stuff.
I also really cheerily hail from Chorleywood, England, delighting in cups of tea and if I could, I'd have afternoon tea every day. AND have a monocle. But I don't know where they sell those. Any my vision's fine, goshdarnit.
Oh dear, I've lost the plot again.
Errrrr...I like to be made to laugh. And foreign languages. I'm eventually going to put up some sort of poem with a ridiculously pretentious amount of French and/or German in it because it makes me happy.
Es gefaellt mir.
Usw.
LET'S WRITE SOME SHIZZ
xx
- Last seen on Sep 19 3:43 PM. Member since June 19.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 38 comments.
- I am a 16 year old girl (Great Britain)
- When I'm not writing, I'm doing my utmost to make someone laugh..
- I am in the groups Demented Tea lovers, Scrubs, World Religions Athiest and Agnostic Debate
- I have 38 comments, 1 contest
My Poetry
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Welcome back, September.
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"The Butterflies Lied To Us, The B*stards!" - Alistair McGowan, Comic Aid 2002
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Today the summer finally rose, Painting car parks and pavements in raptures.
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So another passing passion’s shattered Just a girl’s fanciful ardour, crushed,
