I can breathe again. This has been the most ridiculous week. So busy. Bleugh.
I had to write a paper about Robert Frost, in which, thanks to a typo, I talk about a young boy "riding the bitches." Thank god for proofreading. The R and T keys are too close for comfort.
Off to party! Decompression is good!
I had to write a paper about Robert Frost, in which, thanks to a typo, I talk about a young boy "riding the bitches." Thank god for proofreading. The R and T keys are too close for comfort.
Off to party! Decompression is good!
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PS - humbert totally called you on the lesbian paint sex.
Not a big Frost fan, but "Nothing gold can stay" summarizes quite succinctly what is perhaps the hardest thing for me to accept about this life - the inevitable decay of every thing, feeling, and idea. I want the gold to stay forever.