After one quarter of college at North Dakota State School of Science in the fall of 1976, I left school to "go out and find myself." I had no idea at the time that it would be a three and half decade search before I was reasonably certain I'd finally located the object of that quest.
I didn't start writing poetry until shortly before I turned thirty, and didn't publish anything or have anything I'd written noticed in any way until I was forty, when a poem I wrote won $10 for second place in an Oklahoma-based writing group's poetry contest.
I've never liked LOLCats because they put forward such an inaccurate depiction of cat communication and thinking abilities.
All the cats that I've ever had have been perfectly coherent and articulate, with good spelling skills, and would never have used a sentence such as "I can haz cheezeburger?"
All the cats that I've ever had have been perfectly coherent and articulate, with good spelling skills, and would never have used a sentence such as "I can haz cheezeburger?"
Damn you O. Henry. I read Gift of the Magi in 6th grade, and it has warped my view of companionship and relationship for my entire life.
Ah, well. Better to die a disenchanted romantic than never to have yearned for something more.
Ah, well. Better to die a disenchanted romantic than never to have yearned for something more.
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