I know I should probably blog right now...
but I don't have anything to say.I will not promise to write later.
I will not promise to write a better post next time.
I will not promise anything, today.
I am happy, but busy.
Go forth and be the same.
(yet different)
UPDATE:
I just read the poem I'm going write my paper on...
My heart is still stuttering.
When You are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
-William Butler Yeats
Holy Shit, people.
HOLY SHIT.
This paper's gonna write itself!
UPDATE #2
After the above proclamation,
I felt I had earned some more free time...
since I've spent the entire day just fucking around.
What an idiot I am!!
Anyway...
I sent a braless picture from my phone, but it hasn't come through yet, so watch for that.
AND.
I'm showing up on25peeps.com!!!!
So go view me.
And stuff.
(me). |
posted by Bored Housewife at
12:19 PM
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