Ok, so like

here... I'll make up a little ditty so there's actually something in this folder.

(think of fingers snapping to 2/4 and people dressed all in black standing around... ha ha ha ha)

This cave of mine, this dark space
to look outside, to reach through the window of my soul,
to yearn for sunshine, to face the cold
the millions of dials like the millions of unanswered prayers
the millions of knobs like the knob I wish to hob
only smaller
the door like a prison gate, the time of release so far out of reach
each minute a millinea
each second one second closer
the walls like a muffling pillow held over a silent scream
the windows make me like the zoo monkey
the air waves make me their jezebel
to give the elderly dirty throughts
to give the middle aged dirty thoughts
makes me fucking ill inside
yet they like my sultry voice
though they say, I'm not the smartest one in the batch...
fuckers.

ha ha ha ha ha ha... if you like that poetry, I don't want to be your friend.

One might wonder, when Phil Hendrie is the only thing worth listening to on a certain station, what's the point of going on? Not that I don't like that asshole... he makes me pee my pants half the time... but three and a half years at minimum pay... the best program is Hendrie, and I don't feel like I'm learning anymore. They certainly don't feel like giving us proper training, and they wonder why the turnover here is so high. Maybe I'll go to beauty school. At least then I won't have nasty middle aged men telling me to use my "sexy voice" when I do their radio ad.

I really want to to voice acting for anime. That would make me the happiest girl in the world.

I'm going to start putting poems and song lyrics in here

until I get some up, you'll have to deal with more balnk space. blahr.