well.

I will post my review/spoilers for Love, Actually (is all around) later today, but for now, I will concur with corngirl_jo. Go. See. It.

"Let's go get the shit kicked out of us by love!"

One Art
Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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It's really over.

I wrote a love letter that turned into a eulogy.

I'm okay, now, I think.

all you need is love

I was going to come home from watching Love Actually (is all around) yesterday and post immediately, but instead I ended up meandering into the library afterwards and when I did come home, I started a blazing fight with my grandmother. The issue: her coming into my bedroom, taking all of my books and cds off my dresser so she could move in a huge monstrous cabinet that I had previously told her to NOT move into my bedroom, because 1) she shouldn't be moving heavy furniture, 2) I don't like the cabinet, it's one of her curbside finds, 3) I like my white stacked bookcases just fine and we had a huge moving/production thing about them just a few months earlier.
( skip for crazy family venting )

( Spoilers and review of Love, Actually )