"O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."
Romeo and Juliet
Don't worry. This post has nothing to do with Shakespeare or anything. I just wanted to start off with one of my all time favorite lines. Because, whenever things are going kinda badly or boring or whatever, I like to quote Juliet while making loud gagging noises and mime stabbing myself in the guts with an imaginary knife.
Why am I telling you this?
Well, it's so that you'll understand what I mean when I describe my week for you as, "oh, it was a happy fucking dagger kind of week." Stabbing motions... GAAAAAAGGGG!
Yep. That sums it up pretty well, I think.
P.S. I haven't forgotten your questions for the spirit world, it's just that contacting the dead with a pendulum is much trickier than anticipated. According to my New Ager friend, this requires lots and lots of quiet meditation beforehand, and sitting still while quietly concentrating is...well, not one of my strengths, that's for sure. I'm working on it, though.
How was your week?
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That line always reminds me of Sunshine Doré's big scene in Harold And Maude.
I hope things turn around and you have a super holiday weekend.
My week: [stabbing motion] GAAAAAAGGGG!
Things are going stabbingly well.
Contacting the spirit world? Do you mean making a run to the liquor store or do mean kickin' back with a cold brewski and watching the cable channels with those goofy looking prayin' people (in the South or Southern Cal, I can't tell which) but they do a while lot of talkin' to god.
When you do stuff like that, I can't believe those Twilight girls didn't like you more! Then again, they probably didn't get it.
My dagger could use a good sheathing.
Hope you get your edge back soon.
My week has been "just shoot me now".
Guns & knives, no wonder we get along so well. :)
Me - busy gettin' religious experiences. Sorry yours has been a bit rubbish
xx
my week was crappy, i was sick and busy with work!
Sorry to hear you had a crappy week Pru.
Mine sucked too, but I'm just grateful to put it behind me. Can I borrow the dagger when you're done with it?
Wow, looks like daggers are really in demand. Maybe I'll put on my shoplifting coat and go to a knife show.
Whenever Shakespeare spoke of a happy dagger and some chicks sheath I totally lost my concentration for some reason.
Hooray! My prayers have been answered! Now I can finally afford that sex change and the swine flu, even tho I'm a tuburcular schizophrenic anorexic with leprosy! Who needs a public option? Not me anymore! Woo hoo, happy days! Thanks, Hexpress.
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