I wrote a poem once that involved that phrase. Seems oddly fitting today. I want the universe to taste of me, to scent me, to know I exist and that although corrupted and disturbed I may certainly be, I'm not... not useless. Not worthless.

Make me an archer...

...give me a bow, sturdy and strong. Let my arrows fly true, feathered with wishes and dreams, tipped with the barbed words that slip from my careless, tired lips... let them find their goal, strike their target.

Make me an archer...

...give me clear sight and clear will, the strength it takes to bend wood and sinew to my task, the courage needed to pull from such a simple tool true and deadly intent.

Yeah, I'm listening to Splashdown again, a song called Archer... it triggered... stuff.

I do, I do, I do... I feel so elated...

I do, I do, I do... please bring me joy...

...all I've got is Robitussin and antihistamines and they just aren't cutting it today, too many mood swings and too little sleep.

Someone named hektor just ICQ'ed me, apparently searching for femdoms online... geh. I'm busy. Taken. Occupied. And all that.

But I'm waiting to see if he says anything intelligent. *shrugs*

So far, the score is stupid comments = 1, hektor = 0. I quote: "I'm sorry to bother you"... after I asked him what he wanted and why he was looking for a femdom. Stupid answer.

If he'd been bothering me, I would have said so.

I asked him a question... and instead of answering, he goes all pathetic, and not even in an interesting way.

Sad.

Are there no more good men online? Have I found 'em all? Or is this just some cruel joke on the part of the universe to depress me?

God, he's pathetic.

And this coming from me, who LIKES whimpering, begging, pleading men... but... ew? He's SAD. It's rather nausiating. There's a point at which it is not amusing and is just rather disgusting, that he would crawl and stutter and tremble in front of someone he's known for all of three seconds.

He can't spell. He's rude. He called me 'Miss'... without asking. Without ANYTHING. Rude little bastard... *wry grin* ...I think I'm going to ignore him now.

*sing-song Willow voice*

Bored now...