28 February 2010
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14 February 2010
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear! your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty!
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
09 February 2010
That's right, folks, these things aren't mine, and no one is more depressed about that fact than I. But for now I'll eat them up (if you want to pick up some of what she's putting down, I'll get you her contact info. Just ask me).