THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO SARA B. Sara, thanks for always reading the blog, since you are the only one who comments actively I will now write for you a poem, hopefully it wont suck because the only rule is that I will just write it with no editing... Here we go:

Sara B

She found herself
Yesterday, but she always knew where she
was... just maybe not where she was going.
Now she is on the road, her road... in a minivan
that seats 7 but

The days of british accents are not gone
the days of smoking up in the park with the stoners
are still as fresh as ever, even if it has been quite a while.

Officer B what should we do? No wonder things move on
no wonder things grow up, no wonder we get old, things just keep changing
and no good officer can do without her partner, K9 unit, or fast fast squad car.

Fuck boys, fuck jobs, who needs them
friends are forever

Ok that is the poem. I have never tried that before-- writing and not allowing myself to change anything, it was kinda fun.... Thanks for reading SARA B, love ya!