On writing:
"I hate writing; I love having written."
On drinking:
"Martinis are like breasts: one is not enough, three is too many."
On breakups, then and now:
(Then):
(And now):
"In youth, it was a way I had,
To do my best to please.
And change, with every passing lad
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know
And do the things I do,
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you."
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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2 comments:
Multimedia status haiku - very well said. May you have all the grace you need and more.
The first time I heard that LeAnn Rimes song I was pondering whether it was the whiniest-ass breakup song I had ever heard, or if the guy had died. The line about, "when they see me out here talking to this stone," gave me the answer.
I bawled.
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