Well.. I'm a bit tired now. Strike that-- very tired. Me eyes hurt, and I'm still sick. Emotional turmoil is aggravating, indeed.

So, as such, I've made a silly little bit of thought into a definite. I've decided to step back from DA-- and take all my work with me, of course. I'm sure there's a reason, but I'm sick of trying to pinpoint it. And so, there it is.

Of course, you can all-- at your own discretion-- my email or AIM screen name to talk to me. But otherwise, I'm off to find somewhere else to host my poems for a bit, and feel blissfully unknown.

Much love, laughter, and mickey-mouse pancakes,
Juliet

PS-- As a note to those idiots of assumption out there.. This pulling back from DA has nothing to do with my parents. My descision. So none of the normal "Oh my god, your parents are controlling you" teenage bullshit. Anyone who thinks that has something else coming. And it's not happy or pleasant.