Pulling my room apart
trying to find
those little things
that you have put away.
About Miriam
Miriam is studying the Bachelor of Professional & Creative Writing. (Yes. That's actually a degree.) She's also flirting with the film industry. She shares a home with two ferrets, a moustachioed father figure, and a guitar with a brother attached.
She is tenuously employed, in a stable relationship for the first time in her life, and drives a little blue car that doesn't belong to her.
My Pets
Snuffles, the ferret with a heart of pure cotton wool.
Cambridge University - the mean one. She is the picture of indignant fury.
Woofgang - the killer puppy.
Dead Pets
Roxy spent half her life in a plastic collar. I loved her to pieces.
Fidget - my first ferret. I cried all day when she died.
2 comments:
Hey, you got a comment.
Go you. Someone browsed and stopped to read.
Meanwhile am i right in gathering this has something to do with me?
Many apologies.
Also, continuing on from last night. You don't need to blog brilliant things on here. No one's judging your work. Blogging is just an online diary, a way of getting your thoughts out and sharpening up the old writing skills.
We've established you have them. But what's the use in having them if you don't write anything, even blog entries?
-- Christine (nargh, i nearly forgot to click anonymous.)
Damn! Almost.
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