At eight, Pat Sajak said to mein a dream"You're not a loserbut You're not a winner."So, I became a poet.

I hear they make greeting cards now to thank your therapist... for NOTHING

boys don't likesmart girlsthey likepush-around-in-a-cartkinda girlstarget-for-their-dartkinda girlsmeat-for-their-sharkkinda girls

Oh, precious losing streak,you're too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about itbut my face is made of wood.

Smiles are a funny thingand laughter is hilarious.I smile sometimeswhen I am delirious.

Sometimes I look at himand I want to get on my best heels.Sometimes I look at himand I want to be a lesbian.He says that I'm too moody.