THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats	5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …	10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
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my mum

My mummy is

doggy daria

It's well known that I am obsessed with my dog. And how could I not be. He is affectionate, so cuddly, very cute, looks after me when I am sick (that is he lies with me) and wags his tail like a big fat ball of amazing. If you met Henry, you will love Henry.

So it is a sad day. I finished all series of Friends. However, this does not mean that I am over it! Admittedly the early seasons were by far the best, and for me season 9 and 10 dragged on a bit. Apart from the story line that drew me in because I believe that I am a reincarnation of all 6 of the friends (a little trait of each in my soul; Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Chandler, Joey and Ross), it really got a little drawn out. Nothing will beat the hair, clothes, humour and style of the early series, the '90s man. Nothing will beat it (to me).

Next for me? Daria.