Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. First of all, I am not going to make any excuses about being too drunk or whatever. I had a buzz, of course, but I knew what I was doing. Wait, let me start at the beginning. I’m 23 years old and I am a first year grad student at Cal. I’ve been dating my current boyfriend, Lewis for about two years now. He’s a great guy. He’s very smart and super loyal. He’s sort of a nerd, but hey so am I, so I can’t complain. Our sex life is pretty good. I mean, he’s extremely caring and polite. Maybe.Read More
