you’re winning me over baby, now ’bout that cash

I get daily emails concerning two very important things: poetry, and recipes.  Today’s recipe made me gag.  I will not eat anything poached unless it is an egg.  The end.  As for the poem, I found that it was quite insightful.  I remember reading it a while ago in class and loving the rhyme and the evilness behind it.  It also suits my current state of mental torment.

Here for your reading pleasure,

“A Poison Tree”

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water’d it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Til it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil’d the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch’d beneath the tree.

—by William Blake From Songs of Innocence and of Experience

No, seriously, it’s amazing how epic this poem is.  It’s so cute, too right? He always had a feeling for good rhymes…. Tyger, tyger burning bright, in the forests of the night…

As for the rest that concerns me, (or you, for that matter), I went shopping yesterday and bought some wonderful things that are definitely winning me over to Zara’s side of the fence. I mean…. I bought a polka dot shirt that has a monkey on it wearing a top hat and saying “Je suis chic”…. it makes me die.  The skirt it goes with is also fantastic – it looks good, the price is good, it’s practical, affordable, beautifully made and matches everything. 🙂 I’m not too sure about the other shirt I bought with shoulder ruffles… it looked fantastic in store but out it looks a little silly.  I’ll either have to tame it with something, or learn how to wear it in an un-silly fashion.

I wish I bought sandals too, but I must pace myself.

Also: never underestimate the beauty and allure of a nude lipstick.  Seriously.  It softens your entire look.

Today, studying… of course.  Tomorrow, final exam.  The day after tomorrow? End of the world.

Seriously. Unless Jake Gyllenhaal saves us all.



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