tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189769032024-03-08T07:44:46.932+10:30Truth + TravestyBeing single has never been this bloody silly.Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814688946463769806noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18976903.post-39622722527069804722011-11-21T17:45:00.001+10:302011-11-21T17:45:29.355+10:30Dream Notes: L - 20Nov2011I found you seated on the couch at the family den when I came out of my room. "What were you doing in my house?" I had asked myself, suppressing all the possible alarming answers I dared not hope to be true. <br />
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In my surprise, I had called out your name with a question mark twice as if to check whether I was dreaming that you were really there and 'twas your voice I had heard. <br />
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It seems too much to handle at some point that I had closed my eyes to gather my wits. Torn between the misery of the mysterious visit and the bliss of you. <br />
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Yet the irony of it all was that when I did finally open my eyes, I knew I had dreamt it all. <br />
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Certainly, I didn't expect I'd dream of you. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Have we truly met?<br />
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I wish I paid enough attention. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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"Uh, yea --" she started to say, "my parents made sure I grew up literate."<br />
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Well done, Sherlock. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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So, armed with a number of crazy anecdotes and entertaining stories -- part idiotic, part skilled genius, haha -- that I've collected over the past couple of years, I'm sort of back. <br />
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Yes, it's still bloody silly. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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