(June 8, 2011 at 6:03 pm)Jaysyn Wrote: Right, you weren't even a thought in your mom's head at that point in time.
I, the wretched daughter of Love and War, resent your suggestion that She-With-Many-Plans did not plan me.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day




