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I don't remember what I was looking up when I ran into this.
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff
Until I cry out "hold, enough!"
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection:
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.
John Keats
This means that it's time to show me your favorite poems. Or the ones you hate. Or the ones that make you scratch your head. Poems you get decent lines from to use for titles or subtitles, anything!
I just found out that I get paid once a month. I wonder if I always got paid once a month and it just didn't matter when I was only making $27 a week so I didn't notice. Luckily, this does not make paying rent problematic. I just wish we got paid on the first instead of in the middle of the month.
I think I'm going to make a notebook tonight, or at least the stupid signatures for the fabric-and-cereal-box covers I made last summer, so I don't have to put up with my usually awesome roommate's bitchy mood. Sounds like a plan, does it not? I should write NCIS BigBang, but where's the last-minute fun in that?
Actually, I really do like where my idea seems to be going for that. Now I just need to, you know, write it.
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff
Until I cry out "hold, enough!"
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection:
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.
John Keats
This means that it's time to show me your favorite poems. Or the ones you hate. Or the ones that make you scratch your head. Poems you get decent lines from to use for titles or subtitles, anything!
I just found out that I get paid once a month. I wonder if I always got paid once a month and it just didn't matter when I was only making $27 a week so I didn't notice. Luckily, this does not make paying rent problematic. I just wish we got paid on the first instead of in the middle of the month.
I think I'm going to make a notebook tonight, or at least the stupid signatures for the fabric-and-cereal-box covers I made last summer, so I don't have to put up with my usually awesome roommate's bitchy mood. Sounds like a plan, does it not? I should write NCIS BigBang, but where's the last-minute fun in that?
Actually, I really do like where my idea seems to be going for that. Now I just need to, you know, write it.