The poem now needs rhyme of some kind. I ran into my professor this morning who mentioned that, I went and told another student in the class and we collectively freaked out. It's going to be another fun, sleepless night.

I think that someone gave my home phone number out to weird people or wrote it on a bathroom wall somewhere. Last weekend I got a collect call from some guy named Beetle in Riverside County Prison. I didn't even know that Riverside had a prison. This weekend I got a call VERY early Sunday morning asking for someone named Amanda. I've lived with many people over the years, but never anyone named Amanda and for the last week or so I have basically been living alone. Later that same morning a guy named Ken called, said he lived in San Bernadino and dialed a random number and he got me, I hung up the phone. My mother would say I have bad manners. The men in my life would say, let's trace the call and kill him. I love boys!

I'm off to try and rhyme something. If I could only skip to Wednesday my life would be so much easier.