Ugh.
Remind me next time I feel melancholy that I am an alcoholic abstainer, and rum does not mix with needy exgirlfriends. Actually, I suppose it does ...but the mix of the two has very few positive aftereffects (besides the obvious).
But on an interesting literary/linguistics note, I am re-reading Ambrose Bierces' book The Devils' Dictionary. And by far my favorite entry is this:
Language:
The music with which we charm the serpents guarding anothers' treasure.
I adore the sentiment at face value, and smirk at the slightly naughty double entendre.... I seem to be the Queen of Sexual Context in Literature lately.
Remind me next time I feel melancholy that I am an alcoholic abstainer, and rum does not mix with needy exgirlfriends. Actually, I suppose it does ...but the mix of the two has very few positive aftereffects (besides the obvious).
But on an interesting literary/linguistics note, I am re-reading Ambrose Bierces' book The Devils' Dictionary. And by far my favorite entry is this:
Language:
The music with which we charm the serpents guarding anothers' treasure.
I adore the sentiment at face value, and smirk at the slightly naughty double entendre.... I seem to be the Queen of Sexual Context in Literature lately.
Stinging.
That very night we went down to a very cool place in Tijuana (La Antigua Bodega de Papel) to heard what I would call "spastic jazz". She pointed out that in this cafe/bar there was some text written on one of the walls, and asked me what it said. I was having trouble with it, so I asked our waiter to help me. Between his broken English and my broken Spanish, I was able to roughly translate it as:
"Everything you see rises when you get down on your knees."
Nice. It's not every day that I hear a religious quote I can interpret as a blowjob reference.
random thoughts:
Did you get my email with my email address? I sent it from here, and sometimes those end up in the junk mail folder...
One of my friends sent me this, which I find alternately terrifying and amusing:
http://pixyland.org/peterpan/petersFashionPage.html
I took a look at your candids, and at the risk of alienating you (for few appreciate having their grammar corrected), your very interesting table should be called "La Espina de la Muerte."
The tattoo was painful enough.