so this is my ninety-ninth post and somehow this makes it special I suppose.

ninety nine red balloons in a sky of mine and shine.
do you know that things like that are called internal rhymes?
I'll rhyme for a dime in my own time.
hello little world I like to call lame and lonely.

because (sorry ninety-ninth post for stealing all your thunder) I am lonely.

not in the oh-my-god-she-sits-alone-at-lunch kind of thing because I will never sit alone at lunch, and anyway I don't care about sitting alone at lunch. I've done it enough times, and there's no big deal.
I'm lonely in the oh-my-god-I-haven't-spoken-to-him-in-a-week kind of lonely.

oh god, I haven't spoken to him in a week.