I Live In My Own Little World.

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 Live In My Own Little World. But Its Ok, They Know Me Here.

Every Girl On The Planet Was Familiar To One-last-time E-mail Checks.

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.

If She Did See, I Hoped She' Be Amazed. Amazed And Thankful, Because Without Even Asking, She'd Received A Genuine Autograph From A Genuine Girl From Atlanta. Not Just Any Girl, But A Girl Who Was, Frankly, A Pretty Big Deal. A Girl Who Was Me.