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20 September 2005 @ 06:57 pm
Coffee: 2(v.good). Brownies: 0(run out of). God's met: 1(but holey moley cycling Christ!).

I often meet guys I find attractive. Well, at least, quite handsome or quite cute.
But I never go into full hot-an-bothered mode. Never. I get attracted, then interested, then if he's smart and funny maybe I get *interested*.

But today I've seen a guy I could fuck marry right there that instant.
On the bus. I looked up from the book and I couldn't look away.

You know the moments you feel like you've seen the fireworks and/or heard a music theme?

Well, I did hear the music theme and it was coming from my iPod. And it was 'Come Here Boy' by Imogen Heap. Very appropriate.

Glasses, Daniel's s9 beard, brown leather jacket. I seriously think I'm in love.

Especially since I was staring at him for good ten minutes and he seriously could think I'm stalkerish and generally mad, but he just smiled at me when I was leaving the bus.

I should have said something... I really should have. But I don't think I would be able to.

Maaaaaaan. He was fracking gorgeous.


Oh, well. Have new sexual fantasy material. So it's all well.
Current Mood: hornyguess
Current Music: Come Here Boy, Imogen Heap
20 September 2005 @ 09:32 pm
Seen all over my flist, lastly in silent_chris's lj.

When you see this, post a poem you like on your LJ.

I present you, translated mostly by Stanisław Barańczak, but also others, poems by Polish Noble Prize Winner, Wisława Szymborska. Because you should read them. Because I love them.

CassandraCollapse )

Four a.m.Collapse )

Could HaveCollapse )

the tower of BabelCollapse )

Nothing twiceCollapse )

There are few things I consider better in Polish and Szymborska's poetry is definitely one of them. But the translation is quite good and definitely the next best thing, so... :)
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