Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping,
suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Weird Thursdays
Ken Spivey asked me out on a date.
I was quite flustered:
He wants to fly into Seattle and have some dates with him while he does the tourist thing...
It was all very flattering....and my boyfriend and I have a Con = Vegas rule. (What happens at cons, stays at cons...though I tell him everything anyways)... How do I explain that to Ken?
I called my boyfriend (who is currently out of town for the next 2 weeks) and let him know the situation. He was understanding and supportive, reminded me that he didn't own me and would probably want to give me a high five.
Too much weird to process....
I was quite flustered:
He wants to fly into Seattle and have some dates with him while he does the tourist thing...
It was all very flattering....and my boyfriend and I have a Con = Vegas rule. (What happens at cons, stays at cons...though I tell him everything anyways)... How do I explain that to Ken?
I called my boyfriend (who is currently out of town for the next 2 weeks) and let him know the situation. He was understanding and supportive, reminded me that he didn't own me and would probably want to give me a high five.
Too much weird to process....
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