If you’re still interested in keeping up with me, you can follow my blog le petit chat rimes, where kind of anything goes. Originally is was supposed to be about cats but my life became synonymous. It happens. Check it out.
Miss you!
So scared…
I’m about to go see an advisor about whether or not I should minor in French and I am terrified.
Wish me luck…
What to do with this thing?
Okay, so a while ago we talked about how I can’t really post my written poetry on here anymore because it becomes difficult to do stuff with it in the real world afterward, however, that makes regular posts kind of difficult.
So, if I still have any sort of following on here anymore, what would you like to see? Would you rather East Coast Insomnia make a peaceful exit, or would you like me to just regularly post the blackout poetry that has inhabited the most recent of my entries?
HAAAALP?
PS: I will more than likely be creating another blog in the near future for random posts — much like Her Softly Spoken Heart was in the past, but with a little more direction such as weekly regulars and what-not.
GIVE ME YOUR FEEDBACK.
POISONOUS WATERS
“I KEEP MY FEARS AT BAY AND LET THE POISON DROWN THEM WITH THE SEA.” – BRITTANY ROSE
Fiery Firs
“Firs shed their needles in the warmth of fire, and so does man.” – Brittany Rose
East Coast Insomnia 