I sought the trails of South and North,
I wandered East and West;
But pride and passion drove me forth
And would not let me rest.

And still I seek, as still I roam,
A snug roof overhead;
Four walls, my own; a quiet home. . . .
"You'll have it - when you're dead."

-Robert William Service
Ballads of a Bohemian, 1921

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"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

Beatha a bheith i mo bhéal,
Ciall a bheith i mo chaint,
Bláth na silíní ar mo liopaí,
Go dtí m'fhilleadh abhaile.

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Little Shqiptars in Albania
Little Shqiptars oh so ticky tacky
Little Shqiptars, little Shqiptars
Little Shqiptars all the same

There's a Tosk one and a Gheg one
And a Vlach one and a Gypsy one
And they're all so very ticky tacky
And they all look just the same

Is it just me, or does Mika look kind of like Barack Obama?

me: mmm. Fifth Element.
Emily: it took years for me to get a chance to sit down and watch it beginning to end.
me: I had such a thing for Milla Jovovich for like, years. Partly because of that, but also just because she's adorable.
Emily: How can anyone not have a thing for Milla.
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me: If I were one of those Kiss fans who dresses up, I'd definitely be a Paul Stanley person.
Jenni: I would be whoever looked like a cat.
me: Peter Criss, Jennifer? Jesus, nobody wants to be Peter Criss, not even Peter Criss!

Lá Bealtaine
An samhradh abú
Craiceann faoi aer
Le tosú inniu.

Hurray, hurray,
First of May,
Outdoor fucking
Begins today.

Oh, Old-Irish-L.