NEWS FROM THE WHITE ROOM
4.20.2005
 
Oh Mistress Mine, where are you roaming?
Oh, Stay and hear! Your True-Love's coming
That can sing both high and low;

Trip no further, pretty sweetling,
Journeys end in Lovers meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is Love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.



posted with thanks to Mr. Shakespeare


4.19.2005
 
No, she's not going to be home until August.
i went to her graduation on Friday, and got to hang out with her on Fri & Sat. i had an incredible time, and so did she. Except for one moment of accidental pain, which is over with, it couldn't have been more perfect. Because her mom wanted to avoid any possible drama, i was the only one there with her, and we got to hang out alone all of Saturday and go to the aquarium, and to the Bodyworlds exhibit, which is amazing. My earlier threat regarding the chainsaw and bazooka or whatever now refers to the nine days in august before i ship out. Try and pry me off her then, i dare you. She should be on the internet herself soon, and she can negotiate about that if she deems you worthy. i Love that girl more than everyone else in the world, and i'm prouder of my Sailor than i've ever been of anyone or anything in my entire life.
When you see this: i Love you Honey. Talk to you soon.

Courtesy.

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