howeverbrief | Two Items, Unrelated

Dumb poetry time:

Fie, wretched woman
At thee, I bite my thumb,
who spoke of toothsome treasure, then ate
said ambrosial wonder, leaving her mate
the tenderest of crumb

(Translation? My mom came to visit me on my break and gave me a slice of homemade banana bread. I told Mike about it via text message then proceeded to eat it before I even got home even though he very sweetly brought home pie from work. Haha, I'm the biggest jerk.

EDIT: He said the joke's on me because he already ate some pie. LOLz. I'm still the worst.)

Unrelated, I got this CD in the mail, and this song mostly sums up my train of thought lately.

I'm still in the shouting at my TV (and internet) stage, though. Keep fighting the good fight, friends.