today as prologue

becca is sitting behind me,
i'm blogging abt becca.
i'm sitting behind her,
i bet she's blogging abt me.
i dun want her to see.
she dun want me to see.
i am hungry.
so is she.
but she wants me to starve.
she's pure evility.
and i dun love her.
i must tell the whole world.
i dun love becca any more than i love pepa.
who which happens to be my dog.
yet i love pepa alot.
as a dog.
i hate writing poems.
this is one by the way.