When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
((actually I just decided to make up some shakespeare, rather than pattering out the too-obvious passages I know. ....did you wonder for one moment though, what it was from?))
I love <this entry>. Can totally relate to a lot that you said and feel better knowing there's at least one other person out there with a toilet and phone issue as well . Does your still work? And who thinks you'll need the insurance for things like that?
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
From the fair forhead of an innocent love
And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows
As false as dicers' oaths. O, such a deed
As from the body of contradiction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face does glow
O'er this solidity and compound mass
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.
well im miles and miles away from even being compared to the same group of people almost as good as shakespeare, but you're welcome to gander through my journal.
Yeah, the BBQ. I didn't have it written down and I couldn't remember when exactly it was, so I didn't add it. But yeah, definitely a highlight. Lots of freaky goings-on at that party.
I am a great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.