About me: "What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. His fate is like that of those unfortunates who were slowly tortured by a gentle fire in Phalaris's bull; their cries could not reach the tyrant's ears to cause him dismay, to him they sounded like sweet music."
I miss you.!
i hope you have a safe trip home and have a great holiday! eat and drinks lots! and dont work too hard. give me a shout when you get home!
xoxo
yay for the new year...which means NYC trip ;)