note to self

Do not point out to the Universe that you are feeling in fine fettle for someone who is almost thirty. The Universe *will* beat you about the head with a nasty case of food poisoning shortly thereafter.

Oops.

poetic form meme

Gacked from ellen_kushner

I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, And wouldn't want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that one the whole I'd rather not Be bothered - so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find. What Poetry Form Are You?