Nyrgrrrrr

So sick of the vulture guy. At least he stopped asking me out every time I saw him, but....grr. No, I don't want to be hugged, yes I like hugs, but by my choice and under MY control. No, I don't want him flirting with me in an online game. I don't want him LEANING over my screen with one hand on either shoulder. Read the body language and the angry look and the I'm-going-to-the-other-side-of-the-room-and-chatting-with-someone-ELSE.

Because I'm starting to have nightmares about it.

Heee hee hee.

First, a poem from my favorite poet:

Her strong enchantments failing,
Her towers of fear in wreck,
Her limbecks dried of poisons
And the knife at her neck,

The Queen of air and darkness
Begins to shrill and cry,
'O young man, O my slayer,
To-morrow you shall die.'

O Queen of air and darkness,
I think 'tis truth you say,
And I shall die to-morrow;
But you will die to-day.

-- A.E. Housman

Second, ( lyrics! )

Edit: Also, http://www.cruisegazing.com/RPG_Motivational/gloryposter.jpg

Holy Shit.

A stray bullet just hit the bus I was riding in.

Three cheers for polycarbonate windows. I knew the things were bullet-proof but I'd never seen them in action before.