Scrape, scrape, pinch, pinch.

That's how the wallet goes... I over spent maybe a tad last weekend, I'll be okay, I always am, but it was so much fun. I went to go see my cousin for her birthday... It was just good fun. Maddie was staying at my aunt's house, and she got to play with a puppy... She was very excited. So excited that she can still say puppy. Imagine that.

She was sick and I had to stay home with her on Monday and Tuesday. She's all better and running around like a crazy child now though. No worries.

PS-- I posted this poem on a poets website a couple of nights ago, and someone commented that English wasn't my first language, that I should write it in my native tongue. What? What am I speaking here?

Into the Real World

To the Youth I leave behind

When I act my age, am I then old?

When I do this, am I not

the youth of my mind?

Do I have to do what I am told?

When should I begin to

act my same exact age?

Can I not skip and run and be bold?

Do I have to stop acting as

the child inside to get by?

Must I be learn to be callus and cold?

The world as I know it,

is it left behind?

Can I your hand please hold?

To enter this new world,

grown up inside too?

Do I have to fit the mold?

Of everyone else, and

then move on and on?

Working for the gold?

That cannot pay the

bills that always come?

When I act my age, am I then old?