How Now Brown Cow?

I'm in need of a good holiday.
But I'll settle for a day out at the mall.
Just walking around, shopping my heart out.
And shopping my wallet empty. -_-


Oh, wait. I forgot. It already is. Crap. =_=

This is what happens when writers get together. The itchy-fingered writers start writing. (In her own words: "I was merely expressing myself through ink.") On other writers. The bored writers allow it. And show it off. Then, the trigger-happy writers grab their camera phones and start snapping away.