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Thanks.

Vaguely, he said.

I remember vaguely, he said. 

When you get to meeting someone fantastic who makes your head spin and challenges you to reconsider all that you know, it’s exhilerating.  Of course, me being me, I chew on that feeling.  I hold it and whisper to it and I have a hundred drafts but I can’t tear myself away from me and, all of a sudden, I’m stuck. 

Someone is watching NCIS at 8am in the morning and it’s irritating because I know they wouldn’t if they knew someone as rad as you. 

Then again, what am I doing?

I think of you often.  Daily.  I wonder if you are as sad as you seem, but I don’t quite know how to ask because really, what can I do about it? 

He was a bit surreal, he said. 

Yes.  Yes he was.  Is.

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Categories: Personal
  1. November 22, 2009 at 12:07 am

    bon

  2. BourbonBird
    January 16, 2010 at 9:40 pm

    ça n’existe pas

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