This is a disclaimer: THE FOLLOWING POST IS NOT A POEM

I was thinking today, well in my usual anne self, why should i be so lucky to be in a safe country with a stable government, in a good school, not daily frought with thoughts of who in my family will be killed next by some mad men rampaging around the country, with family all safe, no sickness except for that ugly sore throat that's sapping my voice, and friends all around me

Wow, philo is getting to me...i decided to draw up a new, drabblish, yet not drabblish fanfic, of life if i was in another country. like not in a school, not in a safe place, not have a good and square healthy three meals a day thing... i might transplant some of you lucky or unlucky friends into it too.

i'll use pseudo names of course. im obviously moira, but i need all friends who i'll probably use in my story, namely the baboonz and melissa plus a few add ons i'll think of. i might not put this plan into action, it's just an idea floating around in the air at the moment...maybe i'll use my other balletroxmylife.blogspot.com blog to post it... still thinking...i need a good blogskin...

well i'll let the idea float around more and i just might write it :)

well tell me what you think...oh yeah, for friends im using, i'll try to stick to exactly how you are normally towards me and all...

and tell e what war-torn country i should write to be in...

haha

thanks dears

moira rose out