As long as I have WiFi access, we know I can do whenever. I hope Candace is still working there. ;)

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I don't know why I copied that but it was part of my FB chat with my cousins about Miami.

editing my signature

By Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

Needed the poem for something. Still my favourite

The ONLY thing that might change would be your profile

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Talking to a client about something

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Sending this to a friend.

http://houseofmadness.net/forum/show...457#post538457

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Adjusting my TDL

Fallon was trying so hard not to rub it in Polly’s face that not all romance was dead, but her best friend was struggling to handle anything right now, so Fallon made the conscious decision to just not say anything at all to her. Polly was better off not knowing just how good life was for Fallon. Now that she and Max had finally settled into their house and set a routine and found ways to live together without killing the other person, it was a good living arrangement. Whenever they were at home, there was sex, drugs and video games. And as far as Fallon was concerned, that was enough to keep a relationship going. But clearly Polly was dealing with issues differently and she wasn’t okay with those being the only things in her life and Fallon was doing what she could to make Polly feel better, but it was starting to show that things weren’t really going to get that better unless Fallon got involved. It was exhausting, trying to find eligible and good and worthy boys to introduce her best friend to, but Fallon had finally decided that she would just introduce Polly to someone and let fate take care of the rest.

Pulling herself away from Max had been hard, but both of them knew that Polly deserved a little girl time, so Fallon tugged on some clothes and grabbed her wallet and drove over. She even picked up excess ice cream, in case the two of them ended up finishing up tub. They had gone through tubs of ice cream in a night before, so anything was possible when it came to the two of them. And truthfully, Fallon didn’t want to show up with too little ice cream, because there was no such thing as a limit when it came to ice cream. Before Fallon and Max really started dating, she and Polly used to be together all the time. And their little pity parties had always been so fun. Fallon knew she could recreate that, but with a lot less pity, because she needed Polly to stop wallowing. It was not fun and while she was never going to say it wasn’t attractive, Polly was clearly going out and finding all the wrong guys. She had a terrible radar and Fallon kept insisting that she get involved. Maybe now Polly would let her.

Letting herself into Polly’s house, Fallon locked the door behind her, then kicked off her sneakers so she was just wearing socks with her short and sweatshirt and then followed Polly’s voice to find her best friend on the floor. “What in holy hell? Is your furniture not good enough for you?” Fallon shook her head and then joined Polly on the floor. Stretching her legs out, she reached for the bottle of wine and sniffed it before taking a long swig. “Ooooh, that is good,” Fallon exclaimed, licking her lips as she set the bottle down. Opening her shopping bag, she pulled out two pints of ice cream and handed one to Polly. Twisting it open, Fallon pulled out the spoons she’d picked up as well and dug into her ice cream as Polly spoke. “First of all, no friend of mine could ever be pathetic,” Fallon said as she swallowed the ice cream in her mouth and then sighed, “And you really need to stop using ‘Tinder for famous people’ to meet guys, you’re always going to end up meeting these self-obsessed metrosexuals who are more concerned with their hair than being a gentleman.” Fallon scooted over so that she was sitting shoulder to shoulder with her best friend.

“I have a few options in mind,” Fallon said and then picked up her phone, “But you need to keep an open mind. They might be slight assholes, but they totally have potential. Okay?”

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getting back into posting

I'm done the sales page and I'm just fucking around with Jason and Caroline in our slack channel so feel free to get at me!

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Copying from FB messenger to Voxer

http://houseofmadness.net/forum/show...33&postcount=7

^ updating my TDL

http://houseofmadness.net/forum/show...35&postcount=6

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Linking for checks.