

Roommates Are Wonderful But...I already understand too well the beauty of wrought iron in the night - the ache of running one's hand down one rail like so many raindrops, looking up the hill atRoommates Are Wonderful But...


Hey you... I Have A Secret.Hey you. Yes, you with the black hair sticking up in the back. Yes, I'll give you a moment to fix that hair. Then I want you to stop shoving papers and dirty clothes and everything else into drawers and under the bed and come here and listen closely to me.Hey you... I Have A Secret.
I'm going to tell you a secret. It's one of women's best-kept secrets. I don't know very many feminine secrets myself. I tend to miss a lot of memos. Maybe it's because if I knew, I wouldn't be able to keep myself from telling you. Anyways, I see my experiences all the same, relatively. I shouldn't have anything I need to hide. So here is the secret.
You know that


When Happy Birthday Isn't...How do you wish a happy birthday to someone you don't even know? How do you guess their age, and, more importantly, their feelings about getting older? How do you pick an adjective when "happy" may not be enough to stave off grief or augment joy? I wish you the best of luck - but you can tell I don't really when I sound like a fancy Hallmark card. Enjoy the cake. Your family might be too poor to buy cake. It may be that Aunt Emily refused to let your parents buy a perfect, forever user-friendly refrigerated confection with lukewarm sentimentsWhen Happy Birthday Isn't...
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"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal" - I Corinthians 13.
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman . . . for I walked down the sidestreets, under the trees with a headache- self-conscious- looking at the full moon.
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