*smooch* (ldy) wrote,
*smooch*
ldy

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a small steam vent

I am stressed-out, miserable, hormonal and overwhelmed, and can only hope that I'm not taking it out on the rest of the world.

<unconvinced>This too shall pass, right? Right.</unconvinced>

Let the garden door be shut and leave me to my hearing... Give me your hand, sir.

What is your name?

Oh, by your leave, I pray you!
I bade you never speak again of him;
but would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit that
than music from the spheres.

Give me leave, beseech you. I did send,
after your last enchantment here, a ring
in chase of you; so did I abuse
myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you.
Under your hard construction must I sit,
to force that on you in a shameful cunning
which you knew none of yours. What might you think?
Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
and baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
that a tyrranous heart might think?
So, let me hear you speak.

That's a degree to love.

Why, then methinks 'tis time to smile again.
Oh, world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
to fall before the lion than the wolf!
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth. I will not have you;
and yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,
your wife is like to reap a proper man.
There lies your way, due west.

Stay.
I prithee, tell me what thou think'st of me.

If I think so, then I think the same of you.

I would you were as I would have you be!

Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
in the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon
than love would seem hid; love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
by maidhood, honour, truth and everything,
I love thee so that, maugre all thy pride,
not wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
for that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;
but rather reason thus with reason fetter,
love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
(yikes, need to study this bit a lot more)

Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move
that heart which now abhors his love.

P refers to this as "the lesbian scene," because I'm coming on to a woman who is dressed as a man; evidently, pretty seriously. This should be interesting.

I'm feeling a bit better now. However the marketing for this product:
http://www.valtrex.com/
bothers me. A finger of unusual length used to advertise the management of genital herpes? What's up with that?

Back I go.
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