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Oct. 21st, 2002 07:19 amTNL has written a Kevin Gibbons/Mark Cohen fic called Central Park.
Oct. 21st, 2002
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Oct. 21st, 2002 11:51 amI keep getting the urge to post at TWoP.
I can post without getting attached, right? I mean, I just need to let them know what I think. And I need to let the 'Xander's not letting people touch him' people know that Buffy looked at Xander's watch in Lessons. She picked up his arm and looked at his watch.
I mean, I stopped posting (and reading) because the bitterness was just... insane, but it seems to be better.
Meh. I can't decide.
I can post without getting attached, right? I mean, I just need to let them know what I think. And I need to let the 'Xander's not letting people touch him' people know that Buffy looked at Xander's watch in Lessons. She picked up his arm and looked at his watch.
I mean, I stopped posting (and reading) because the bitterness was just... insane, but it seems to be better.
Meh. I can't decide.
Website update:
Oct. 21st, 2002 03:19 pmAdded drabbles: Howie/Nick, JC/Joey, Chris/Joey/Lance, Justin/Lance, Chris/Lance.
Shakespeare Sonnet XCIII.
Oct. 21st, 2002 04:08 pmSo shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
In many's looks the false heart's history
Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange,
But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
if thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
In many's looks the false heart's history
Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange,
But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
if thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!
thinking about the future
Oct. 21st, 2002 04:12 pmSo, this morning, in the car with mom, I was doing one of my common tirades against the lack of punctuation.
Anyway, normally, my mom's all sympathetic and vague.
Today, she says, "You know, you'd probably make a good English teacher."
Which was, like, yeah. Unexpected.
But now I'm thinking about it. I mean, I love words. I like kids. I'm actually pretty good with children.
And it would combine three things that I like:
1) helping people
2) language
3) kids
Anyway, normally, my mom's all sympathetic and vague.
Today, she says, "You know, you'd probably make a good English teacher."
Which was, like, yeah. Unexpected.
But now I'm thinking about it. I mean, I love words. I like kids. I'm actually pretty good with children.
And it would combine three things that I like:
1) helping people
2) language
3) kids
