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He Wishes His Beloved Were a Lesbian

Were you but a lesbian,
I'd not suffer this dreadful curse
Of thoughts of you with other men
And lying in their arms, or worse.
I know that they don't deserve you.
But if you liked women instead
My heart would not be filled with dread
That the reason you always flew
From my declarations of love
And...
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I have electricity again!

I've been without since Wednesday night, when a little storm blew through my area and wreaked havoc on my neighborhood with its 70 mph winds.

Four days without electricity. No television. No internet. Not even light to read by. It was horrible.

Tomorrow I'll post some pictures of the destruction. For now, I'm just happy to be back!

Today saw another battle in my endless war with Microsoft Word. It does weird things even when it's working as it's meant to - I suppose what they'd call "properly." Properly my ass. It's a bunch of crap.

A couple of weeks ago I created my own template with the headings, typefaces, tables, and everything I need to meet the company's document standards. I spent...
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Drunk again. It feels good. There is no pain, neither physical nor psychological. I know that tomorrow when I wake up my back will hurt like Hell, as always, and the crippling loneliness will be back. But for now I just have a warm glow that makes it all go away.

Yeah, so I'm an alcoholic. Screw off!

I'm now brave enough to request honest...
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Please, Don't Say

Please, don't say that it's me you miss.
Words such as these can only sting
My tortured soul and bring
Me to the brink of the dark abyss.
Please, don't say that it's me you need;
These words my battered heart can't take.
Your professed longing only makes
Its raw and festering injuries bleed.
Please, don't say that it's me you love....
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William Shakespeare was a dirty pervert. As evidence I present the following from Romeo and Juliet. Act I, Scene I.

SAMPSON
A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

GREGORY
That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
to the wall.

SAMPSON
True; and therefore women, being the...
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My ear hurts. Now my relatively new and healing tragus, as one would expect, but the helix I've had forever. I don't know what the deal is; it hasn't bothered me in years. It sucks.

I've decided there's a Beatles song for every mood. If you're down, there's one for that. Happy? No problem. Heartbroken? Hey, we've got one of those too. You name the...
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Let me tell you about the town I live in (or near, anyway). It's not too far out from Minneapolis, but it's small. About a square mile. In the beginning each township throughout the country was surveyed and allocated sections 6 miles on a side, but the surrounding cities have gradually eaten up the area from the one near me.

Despite this, it has two...
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It's finally Friday!

Apparently my contract - you know, for the job I hate - may be extended until the end of November. I could refuse, but then I'd need to find another job. And I'd hate that one too, as I won't be happy until I go back to school.

So it looks like I'll be working until the end of November.

It's also...
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Here's the product of part of my afternoon. The part when I should have been doing the company's work, but was really working on my own projects.

Always give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Uncertain, because they dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
But everything worth loving is
Really a...
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