Wednesday, June 26, 2013

On pretending not to care

It makes me a bit sad that all this stuff is kicking off in politics, raising loads of important questions about feminism and rights and social expectations - and all I currently want to do is write pathetic romance bullshit and question my moral ineptitude.

How did we come to this? How did I become this?

Also, I think The National wrote a song about me. Well, if you take into account that my nickname at work is Jennifer.

Music: Fireproof - The National

Monday, June 24, 2013

10 things I hate about you

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note,
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone;
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be.
   Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
   That she that makes me sin awards me pain