[head. desk.]

i know they try to remain optimistic in these situations where pretty white girls go missing, but honestly, isn't this a bit much?

VCU Student  Possibly Was Abducted,  Police Say

By Jamie Stockwell
Washington Post Staff Writer
Monday, September 19, 2005;  Page B01

One day after the car belonging to missing college student Taylor Marie Behl was located, Richmond police said yesterday that they believe the Virginia Commonwealth University freshman might have been abducted.

Behl's 1997 Ford Escort was found Saturday morning in a neighborhood about 1 1/2 miles from the Richmond campus.  Its license plates had been replaced with Ohio tags that were reported stolen in Richmond about two months before the Sept. 5 disappearance of Behl.

two weeks.  two WEEKS this seventeen-year-old child has been missing, and now that they've found her car they suppose it's possible she was abducted.

YOU THINK?!

oh, i'm sorry, i didn't realize what day it is.

arr!  avast!

ooh, i can do the poetry meme and make an entry, and they will be related!

blah blah, everyone's done it by now, but in case you haven't, When you see this, post a poem you like in your LJ.

On Being A Woman

Why is it, when I am in Rome,
I'd give an eye to be at home,
But when on native earth I be,
My soul is sick for Italy?

And why with you, my love, my lord,
Am I spectacularly bored,
Yet do you up and leave me-- then
I scream to have you back again?

by Dorothy Parker, of course.

i chose this poem because the days are getting shorter really, really fast.  it's 7:30 now and definitely dusky kind of twilight outside.  (of course it was also cloudy today, so it's looking darker sooner than it would if the sky were clear.  but, still.)  and i'm kind of gloomy about that, the shortening of the days, and soon when we go off summer time it'll be a real kick in the teeth -- but i also wasn't bananas about the middle of the summer, when the days were so long and it was light out until ten o'clock.  it's the grass-is-greener strain of seasonal affective disorder, which is why it is this one of dorothy's poems i chose to fling at you all this time.

or i suppose it could be that i'm just always kind of cranky.