Anyone Else But You, Moldy Peaches

-Editors note, this poem was started on Sunday but was delayed-

(I) went and saw Juno. Alone I went.
I chuckled. I craved Sunny D.
Oh my Blog. Indie Music.
Vanessa got a baby.
I cried. I want to write jingles.
I liked Cheesecake better.
They both ride bikes like I do. Juno is my friend.
Work of art, like a Bonsa(I)