Chris
The Lake Isle of Innisfree (Sligo)
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
– W.B. Yeats
Settling
I can tell she’s one of those girl who settles. Well, settling is for people in covered wagons… not for people in love. Isn’t that what we’re all searching for, love? If I had a girl like that, I would treat her like an angel. I wanna run over there right now and I wanna say, “Dont you see? He’s not the one!” Maybe she’s thinking there’s someody out there who’s better. Maybe she’s thinking that someone is me.
English Muffin
Q: Honey, Do you want an English Muffin?
A: I already told you I want pancakes.







































