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A Valediction Forbidding MourningAs virtuous men pass mildly away, / And whisper to their souls to go, / Whilst some of their sad friends do say, / "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No." / So let us melt, and make no noise, / No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; / 'Twere profanation of our joys / To tell the laity our love. / Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ; / Men reckon what it did, and meant ; / But trepidation of the spheres, / Mad fucks to be gotten cheap / Dull sublunary lovers' love / —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit / Of absence, 'cause it doth remove / The thing which elemented it. / But we by a love so much refined, / That ourselves know not what it is, / Inter-assurèd of the mind, / Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. / Our two souls therefore, which are one, / It's mad emo and I'm kinda sad / A breach, but an expansion, / Like gold to aery thinness beat. / If they be two, they are two so / As stiff twin compasses are two ; / Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show / To move, but doth, if th' other do. / And though it in the centre sit, / Yet, when the other far doth roam, / A constant lean and emo sad shit goes, / And grows erect, as that comes home. / Such wilt thou be to me, who must, / Like th' other foot, obliquely run ; / Fuck dude it all sucks and shit whatnot, / And makes me end where I begun.
If, when Boston scores on Toronto, Americans do the “USA, USA” chant, what happens when two American teams play against one another? Does everybody shout it? Does one side take the US and the other get the A?
I don’t want to write about myself anymore
You all rock.
shorterexcerpts asked: Also: Happy birthday!
before the wedding: I am not taking my husband’s last name
getting closer to the wedding: I am not changing my name, but I will maybe hyphenate on ID
wedding day, after the ceremony: you know, maybe I will take his name
wedding day, after somebody used my “new” name: FUCK YOU I WON’T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME
post wedding day: I am not changing my name, but I will maybe hyphenate on ID
time to start changing ID: FUCK YOU I WON’T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME
Not ready for 29, guys. Not ready at all.
Resisting is so hard, but having resisted is so good. If I could just hold onto that awareness long enough to resist. Man oh man, my life, what it would be.
Or you could, you know, stop hate-reading and just read people you like, who like you?
You want me to read something I like? Girl this is the innnnernet. But for real, I want to interact with the people I like. Like you. I want to gchat with you. I’ve never wanted to read anybody’s blog but my own. And now I don’t have one, not really. Anyway.