i had a dream last night. don’t remember all its details but i do remember that i was speaking comfortably in french. it was smooth. seamless. quality french. i should move to quebec.
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Thanks Simon
funny how
i write private things in public spaces hoping the message will get across. like saying i miss you, making promises and who knows what else. but i really shouldn’t live in the world of “read my mind” or “read my blog” when i can speak. i do possess all that’s necessary to produce sound and articulate. but…
surprise
it’s sort of like getting embarrassed…it hardly ever happens but when it does it’s a good one. a couple days ago Justin walked through the door with these–no occasion, no wrong done, just a gift that reminds me that he’s so good for me and that this is good…
quick sick
no warning…usually i get warning. aches sore throat coughs sneezes but this one was quick. i just wish it would leave as it came.
thanks joni
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thanks man?
as i sauntered home, critiquing the song just sung and remembering my desire to keep raising the bar for myself, i started talking to God and the words “thanks man” came to mind.but just as quickly came the thought, “what?! God’s not one of my boys!” my justin blogged the other day (or week, or…