If Everyone Started Off The

Zoegirl: Have U Named The Chicks? Snowangel:yes, But I Keep Getting Them Mixed Up. So Now I Call All Of Them "squishy." They're The Collective Squishy. Zoegirl: *r* They Squishy? Snowangel: When You Squeeze Them,yes. But Not In A Yucky Way. Snowangel: They're Growing On Me, The Little Squishies. Altho 1 Of Them Pooped On My Pillow. Zoegirl: U Let Them On Your Bed? Snowangel: They Like It When I Bounce Them.

But You Have To Live In The Present. You Have To Take The Old And Make It New -- That's My Point.

She Holds Herself With Such Reserve. She Smiles, But The Smile Doesn't Reach Her Eyes, Even In The Company Of The Girls She's Chosen To Eat With. Why? I Have No Clue, And I Really Don't Want To Spend My Time Worrying About It. But My Brain Pushes At The Question Anyway. Why Are People Aloof? Because They Don't Want To Let Others In. Why Don't They Want To Let Others In? Well, Sometimes Because They're Shy, And Sometimes Because They're Convinced Of Their Own Superiority. But Those Aren't The Only Reasons. Sometimes It's Because Thay Have Something To Hide.

I'm A Southern Girl, And I Grew Up With This Slightly Schizophrenic Upbringing Where I Bounced Back And Forth Between Atlanta, Georgia, And A Tiny Mountain Town Called Brevard, North Carolina. My Parents Were Divorced, And My Two Lives Were Very Different Because Of Socioeconomic Reasons.

I Didn't Like Being Alone. Being Alone Was Slightly Better Than Having To Deal With People, That's All. Or So I'd Convinced Myself.