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So. Uh, it's been awhile. XP Anyway. Brian. XDD Yes. New boytoy. It makes life very interesting sometimes, and very good, but also very unnerving at times. He's a GREAT guy, sweet, funny, caring, etc, but I guess its just that i'm not used to a relationship. I'm so used to being on my own i'm having trouble getting used to the whole "significant other" thing. He says the sweetest things though, and the look in his eyes when he looks at me... *blushes* Shaddup everyone. :P At one point he was driving me home, and made some slight error driving (I didnt even notice till he said something), and was like "I can't do that now. Not with you in the car, you're too precious." Hee.
Work. Meh. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Sometimes I dont really know. Lots of things floating in my mind, like the fact that I could really use (and really deserve, I think) a raise. I'm still stuck at $7/hour, and thats ridiculous concerning how much I know. The only problem is I tend to forget to do little things sometimes. It's one reason why I'm nervous about asking for one. That and asking for things like raises just generally scare me, lol.
Dickinson's poems are one big mindfuck. I'm actually really enjoying reading them. Definently different from Plath's, but not neccesarily better. ^_^
Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses-
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold-
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave encloses,
Building where schoolboy not dare look,
And sportsman is not bold.
This covert have all the children
Early aged and often cold,
Sparrows, unnoticed by the Father-
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
Work. Meh. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Sometimes I dont really know. Lots of things floating in my mind, like the fact that I could really use (and really deserve, I think) a raise. I'm still stuck at $7/hour, and thats ridiculous concerning how much I know. The only problem is I tend to forget to do little things sometimes. It's one reason why I'm nervous about asking for one. That and asking for things like raises just generally scare me, lol.
Dickinson's poems are one big mindfuck. I'm actually really enjoying reading them. Definently different from Plath's, but not neccesarily better. ^_^
Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses-
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold-
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave encloses,
Building where schoolboy not dare look,
And sportsman is not bold.
This covert have all the children
Early aged and often cold,
Sparrows, unnoticed by the Father-
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.