Omg. Honesdale PA. I did a job one summer driving kids' summer camp bags all over the east coast, and we ended up at the Hotel Wayne more than could ever be necessary. Worst hotel in the united states. Now that i think about it, i think we delivered to that camp.
I also loved him from hearing him on npr. His voice was so distinctive, i always knew it was him, and i loved him, even before I knew who he was
Also, i read "leslie caron" and couldn't place her till i realized she's the french teacher/love interest in Father Goose
Amazing, as always. Also, soprano sax, i think? Love the beard :)
I made my college roomate watch the y&r with me...she always loved how a simple question could set me off on 15 years of character relationships. Also, apparently cancer is totally curable in Genoa City. Occasionally my super manly boyfriend will accidentally reveal that he knows waaaay too much about the y&r universe
God. I have been struggling with my weight for my entire life, and am currently at nearly my heaviest. I was thin in high school, after developing severe bulimia (which i still struggle with). I want to be that thin again, but i know that as soon as i start trying to lose weight, i immediately go back into super control 300 calorie/day crazy mode. Guh.
I live in va, which i think must be the vanity plate capitol of america, and i used to always see one which read "PSSYJSTR". The only thing i could get from that was "pussy jester," but were they specialists in telling pussy jokes? Or telling jokes to them? Pussy jouster was also considered, but that raises a whole other set of questions.
I think i just realized who the main characters in cats don't dance are supposed to represent. They're totally belafonte and dandridge, right?
He Did Love
"He did love three things in this world:
choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks,
And worn, weathered maps of America.
And he did not love children crying,
Or tea served with raspberries,
Or a woman's hysteria.
...And i was his wife.
Edit: and also THIS http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-her-dark-veil/
Which, i hate to be that person, but is much better in the original Russian
@plonk. Yes, that's totally a thing. I took a class on russian poetry in grad school, and i feel like a large number of my papers had things like "and then apropos of nothing, the poet feels compelled to comment on how much he would like to smite his enemies" or "and then Jesus shows up, and even Blok isn't sure why he's there" but if i ever knew the name of it, i've lost it.