Monday, August 28, 2006
Love, Love. - Love
Profesh: I was positive-repped by love; by which I mean, 'Love'.
Profesh: The attached message read: "Love, Love. - Love".
generalebriety: lucky you
Profesh: I can't help but feel that it's the nearest I've ever had to sex.
generalebriety: :D
generalebriety: what is the power of love (by which i mean rep power of Love)? just to carry on your little pun.
Profesh: Love.
Profesh: (In the tennis umpire's vernacular.)
Profesh: The value was strictly notional.
Profesh: That's 'love' for you, I suppose.
Profesh: I was positive-repped by love; by which I mean, 'Love'.
Profesh: The attached message read: "Love, Love. - Love".
generalebriety: lucky you
Profesh: I can't help but feel that it's the nearest I've ever had to sex.
generalebriety: :D
generalebriety: what is the power of love (by which i mean rep power of Love)? just to carry on your little pun.
Profesh: Love.
Profesh: (In the tennis umpire's vernacular.)
Profesh: The value was strictly notional.
Profesh: That's 'love' for you, I suppose.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Profesh/Sarah - ftp://82.33.48.88:88 (Someone force me to revise.) says:
It terrifies me that I can remain so nonchalant. I could quite easily have ended up with 'ABB'; or even, 'ABC'. I didn't care enough to guarantee myself 'AAB', although that is what I ultimately got.
When I Am King You Will Be First Against The Wall says:
It terrifies me too. There's are people that would havechopped off a limb for your place at Bristol
Profesh/Sarah - ftp://82.33.48.88:88 (Someone force me to revise.) says:
Heck, I know people who did; they're now fifty percent less efficient at packing groceries.
When I Am King You Will Be First Against The Wall says:
lol
It terrifies me that I can remain so nonchalant. I could quite easily have ended up with 'ABB'; or even, 'ABC'. I didn't care enough to guarantee myself 'AAB', although that is what I ultimately got.
When I Am King You Will Be First Against The Wall says:
It terrifies me too. There's are people that would havechopped off a limb for your place at Bristol
Profesh/Sarah - ftp://82.33.48.88:88 (Someone force me to revise.) says:
Heck, I know people who did; they're now fifty percent less efficient at packing groceries.
When I Am King You Will Be First Against The Wall says:
lol
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Good Girl says:
you're so pretty
Good Girl says:
:/
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (Would 40% be deemed quid pro quo for five minutes' revision?) says:
Are you quite alright?
Good Girl says:
well you are
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (Would 40% be deemed quid pro quo for five minutes' revision?) says:
'Pretty'. Hmm.
Good Girl says:
well i like looking at you anyway
Good Girl says:
my pic is so emo
Good Girl says:
i like to use the word pretty for men
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (Would 40% be deemed quid pro quo for five minutes' revision?) says:
You like men to hate you?
you're so pretty
Good Girl says:
:/
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (Would 40% be deemed quid pro quo for five minutes' revision?) says:
Are you quite alright?
Good Girl says:
well you are
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (Would 40% be deemed quid pro quo for five minutes' revision?) says:
'Pretty'. Hmm.
Good Girl says:
well i like looking at you anyway
Good Girl says:
my pic is so emo
Good Girl says:
i like to use the word pretty for men
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (Would 40% be deemed quid pro quo for five minutes' revision?) says:
You like men to hate you?
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Hannah - One small sideways look and I feel so ungood... says:
nice to have things equal :S
Hannah - One small sideways look and I feel so ungood... says:
**:D
Hannah - One small sideways look and I feel so ungood... says:
damn s and d keys being so close!!
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (So much for that.) says:
I've never seen anyone 'rectify' a facial expression before.
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (So much for that.) says:
In real life, it'd smack of autism.
Hannah - One small sideways look and I feel so ungood... says:
lol
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (So much for that.) says:
'Wait a sec; I intended to smile nonchalantly, not pout seductively. Can we run that conversation again?'
nice to have things equal :S
Hannah - One small sideways look and I feel so ungood... says:
**:D
Hannah - One small sideways look and I feel so ungood... says:
damn s and d keys being so close!!
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (So much for that.) says:
I've never seen anyone 'rectify' a facial expression before.
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (So much for that.) says:
In real life, it'd smack of autism.
Hannah - One small sideways look and I feel so ungood... says:
lol
Profesh - funkin.blogspot.com (So much for that.) says:
'Wait a sec; I intended to smile nonchalantly, not pout seductively. Can we run that conversation again?'
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Roses are red
Violets are blue
In Soviet Russia
Poem writes YOU!
Violets are blue
In Soviet Russia
Poem writes YOU!
Friday, November 25, 2005
A Day in the Life of an Oxford Don:
"I am awakened by my cat Apollonius jumping onto the bed. His loyal purring warms my breast until I recall that women have the vote. I struggle out of bed, and stumble down to the college hall where I order my traditional English breakfast in traditional Latin. I decide not to make an issue of the fact that my ova are scrambled because the boy serving has yet to master the past participle.
Gloomily I leave the hall and head for Blackwell's but forget what book it was I was looking for and am annoyed to find no member of staff who can tell me - even at the Information Desk! I ask directions to my department but only seem to be able to run into Oriental tourists, who prove unhelpful, no matter how loudly I shout at them. I make it into the department by coffee time. There is a note on my door from a graduate of mine (I think) who wonders where I was at ten. I ask my secretary to print off my emails for me, and spend the remainder of the morning wondering at the etymology of "viagra".
I make it into lunch which is pheasant - again! - and ponder what is happening to food in the college. I leave hall again, but miss my first tutorial as it is overcast and my sundial isn't working. In my second tutorial, the tyke, whose name I forget, has completed the sheet. He is rather smart for the progeny of chimney-sweeps and will no doubt get a first in spite of my best efforts. Darling Imogen, with whom he is paired, giggles delightfully throughout the whole hour. She smiles so sweetly I decide to ignore her more fundamental misunderstandings of basic material and give her an alpha minus.
Dinner at least is uneventful, and merited after such a long day's work. Though I am disappointed to hear that the butler has been granted time off to visit his ailing father. I had thought that Thatcher had broken the power of the unions way back! Instead his son buttles - a poor show as he needs to be reminded to put out the snuff, and can only find two varieties.
Exhausted, I head back to my room and slump comatose into my favourite armchair. My sleep untroubled in the certitude that I will put tomorrow to the same exemplary use."
(Sourced from TSR.)
"I am awakened by my cat Apollonius jumping onto the bed. His loyal purring warms my breast until I recall that women have the vote. I struggle out of bed, and stumble down to the college hall where I order my traditional English breakfast in traditional Latin. I decide not to make an issue of the fact that my ova are scrambled because the boy serving has yet to master the past participle.
Gloomily I leave the hall and head for Blackwell's but forget what book it was I was looking for and am annoyed to find no member of staff who can tell me - even at the Information Desk! I ask directions to my department but only seem to be able to run into Oriental tourists, who prove unhelpful, no matter how loudly I shout at them. I make it into the department by coffee time. There is a note on my door from a graduate of mine (I think) who wonders where I was at ten. I ask my secretary to print off my emails for me, and spend the remainder of the morning wondering at the etymology of "viagra".
I make it into lunch which is pheasant - again! - and ponder what is happening to food in the college. I leave hall again, but miss my first tutorial as it is overcast and my sundial isn't working. In my second tutorial, the tyke, whose name I forget, has completed the sheet. He is rather smart for the progeny of chimney-sweeps and will no doubt get a first in spite of my best efforts. Darling Imogen, with whom he is paired, giggles delightfully throughout the whole hour. She smiles so sweetly I decide to ignore her more fundamental misunderstandings of basic material and give her an alpha minus.
Dinner at least is uneventful, and merited after such a long day's work. Though I am disappointed to hear that the butler has been granted time off to visit his ailing father. I had thought that Thatcher had broken the power of the unions way back! Instead his son buttles - a poor show as he needs to be reminded to put out the snuff, and can only find two varieties.
Exhausted, I head back to my room and slump comatose into my favourite armchair. My sleep untroubled in the certitude that I will put tomorrow to the same exemplary use."
(Sourced from TSR.)
Oh, put me out of my misery.
Monday, November 07, 2005
I lost myself on a cool damp night
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotised by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Like my love
Listen to me, I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she, coming to me
Nearly here
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Where's my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Where's my love
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear
Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love
Feel unready, for my love.
-
Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress
Oh... that was so real
We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation and I fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks 'cause I thought I'd hurt my mother
And I couldn't awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under
Oh... that was so real
I love you, but I'm afraid to love you
I love you, but I'm afraid to love you.
(Lyrics by Jeff Buckley.)
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotised by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Like my love
Listen to me, I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she, coming to me
Nearly here
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Where's my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Where's my love
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear
Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love
Feel unready, for my love.
-
Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress
Oh... that was so real
We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation and I fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks 'cause I thought I'd hurt my mother
And I couldn't awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under
Oh... that was so real
I love you, but I'm afraid to love you
I love you, but I'm afraid to love you.
(Lyrics by Jeff Buckley.)
