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In my mind, I have conversations with myself. I think I'll post one every week or so.
Me: You can't sew on angel wings. Are you crazy? Wings of any kind can't be sewn on.
Other Me: Yeah you can.
M: Oh really, let's see you try.
OM: You're gonna feel so stupid when I tell you what I'm thinking.
M: WE THINK THE SAME THING!
OM: Obviously not.
M: Ok, whatever little Miss Illogical, tell me how you sew on angel wings.
OM: You see[M hates when OM talks to her like a 5 year old] all you must do is love and use your talents the way they were meant to be used. It's metaphorical sewing.
M: You're crazy.
OM: Am I?
M: [thinks for a moment] damn!
OM: Whas that a no?
M: Yes.
OM: Wait, yes meaning no or yes meaning yes?
M: Yes only means one thing.
OM: That's what you think.
OM walks away feeling very pleased with herself.
I like OM, she's just like me...
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Posted by strandedxalone on 2008-02-13 19:39:37 | Rating: | Views: 48
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I like that you posted this, I fill pages with conversation...have you ever noticed that your (if you right it down) hand writing changes as the other talks?...maybe thats just me...
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Posted by Alexandria666
on 2008-02-14 17:43:16
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