for those of you with significant others, happy valentines day.
for those of you without, happy black monday.
Any way. I get home after working the overnight at SUA and find this email from my mother:
> these are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme
> with the most romantic first line but the least romantic second line.
>
> Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
> But I slept with you because I was pissed.
>
> I thought that I could love no other
> Until, that is, I met your brother.
>
> Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
> But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,
> the sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head.
>
> Kind, intelligent, loving, and hot.
> This describes everything you're not.
>
> I want to feel your sweet embrace
> But don't take that bag from off your face.
>
> I love your smile, your face, your eyes.
> Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
>
> My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
> Marrying you screwed up my life.
>
> I see your face when I am dreaming.
> That's why I always wake up screaming.
>
> My love, you take my breath away.
> What have you stepped in to smell this way?
>
> What inspired this amorous rhyme?
> Two parts vodka, one part lime.