My Mom asked me if I wanted to forget about nursing school and apply for med school instead.

Bless her lil' heart. Her faith in what I can accomplish has no boundaries.

A guy I briefly dated wound up on dontdatehimgirl.com

Heh.

(just for the record, I'm not the one that put him there...water under the bridge and all that.)

I looked at the next name on the list of patients to call. Ah, crap. It was Mr. Manic ( Read more... )

Some guy that lives in the same town I do has been messaging me every morning, without fail, for the last week. I turn on Yahoo messenger and I come home to this ( Read more... )

After two + long years, I'm FINALLY back to (dare I say it ( Read more... )

me: Ketchup. I need ketchup
b: House brand on sale, 1.29
m: Sounds good *navigates through sea of humanity to where ketchup is*
b: Grab me one, will ya?
m: What do I look like, your house elf?

Ballade Of A Great Weariness

by Dorothy Parker

There's little to have but the things I had,
There's little to bear but the things I bore.
There's nothing to carry and naught to add,
And glory to Heaven, I paid the score.

There's little to do but I did before,
There's little to learn but the things I know;
And this is the sum of a lasting ( Read more... )

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be, said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

The Waste Land, by T.S. Eliot (1888-1965), 1922

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding   Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing   Memory and desire, stirring  
Dull roots with spring rain.

Read the (much longer) full text with notes at bartleby.com

(I tried to put it behind a cut tag but got an error that the post was ( Read more... )

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